Gemotions

The internet was down. Again. David stared at the blinking router, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he grasped the edge of the kitchen table. He was supposed to be in a video call with a client in an hour, and this was not the kind of interruption he needed.

He rebooted the router for the fourth time, each attempt yielding the same frustrating result. He kicked the base of the table.

Then, the detective's knock. He was told the house had been used as a hideout. David felt a wave of icy dread wash over him. He slumped into the chair, the sudden news leaving him with a deep-seated unease that went beyond his digital woes. He had to move.