Gemotions

“So, that’s it, huh?” David spat the words out, the taste of bile rising in his throat. He held the manuscript, a copy he'd found hidden inside the closet, aloft in the air. The pages fluttered, mocking his incredulity. The novel, *Fractured Souls*, was about them, every agonizing moment, every fight, every misunderstanding, magnified and twisted. And she had described him as a brute.

He tossed the book onto the floor with a vicious thud. He began pacing the room, his shadow stretching and shrinking on the walls. His fists were clenched, and his teeth ground together. He felt utterly exposed, utterly betrayed.

He needed to destroy it.