Gemotions

The key had fallen out of his pocket while he was doing laundry. The safe. He'd always wondered what was inside. Now, he knew. He'd opened it, and the truth had slammed into him like a physical force. The documents were irrefutable. The hidden wealth, the lie... it was all real.

He felt the familiar sting behind his eyes, a sensation he hadn't experienced in years. He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door, the door that led to *her*. He closed his eyes, imagining her face. Could he ever look at her the same way again?

A sense of profound isolation washed over him, a feeling of being adrift, alone in a vast, empty ocean. He pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to block out the world.