Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and he almost bumped into her. “Oh, hey,” she said. Sam wanted to spit. The casual greeting, the innocent expression – it was all a lie. He could taste the bitterness on his tongue. He had to bite back a cutting remark.

He had spent hours, days, feeling as though the world was closing in. He felt trapped. He wanted to make her understand the depth of her trespass, and he could barely speak to her. This would not be easily forgotten. The rage was a constant companion now.