Gemotions

The silence of the house was deafening, the absence of the car a gaping wound. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this. John felt a tidal wave of resentment and a rising sense of betrayal. He wanted to destroy something.

He paced the living room, his movements restless, his gaze darting from object to object. The furniture seemed to taunt him, the pictures on the wall accusing him. He picked up a vase, its delicate ceramic structure feeling fragile in his grip.

His jaw tightened. He placed the vase back on the table with deliberate care. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His fury had a target. They had made a grave mistake.