Gemotions

He found the passbook hidden beneath the floorboards of the guest room. John’s face flushed. His pulse roared in his ears, a deafening cacophony. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to break something, to lash out.

He gripped the passbook so tightly that his knuckles ached. He pictured the years of financial stress they had shared, the arguments over small expenses, the constant worry. This… this changed everything.

He paced the room, his shadow stretching and shrinking in the fading sunlight. He felt a cold rage bubbling up inside him, threatening to spill over and consume him. Where was the man he thought he knew?