Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. He had the audacity to keep secrets, to hoard wealth while they scraped by. The knowledge had poisoned everything. Her chest felt constricted, her breath shallow. She could barely stand to be in the same space as the evidence.

She turned on the stereo, blasting music at a volume that shook the windows. The sound offered a temporary reprieve, a shield against the fury churning within. She needed to feel something, anything, other than this awful resentment.

She grabbed the nearest object, a decorative bowl, and hurled it across the room.