Gemotions

The house felt too quiet, the absence of his son's usual chatter amplifying the tension. Kevin paced the living room, his steps echoing on the hardwood floor. The discovery of the account. That was the last straw. The final straw.

He stopped, staring out the window at the darkening sky. A storm was brewing, mirroring the one within him. He felt like his heart had been stamped on.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing that had begun behind his eyes. He wanted to go back. To before the account.