Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. Sam had discovered that Jessica, the high-flying marketing executive, was actually a telemarketer. The truth felt like a punch in the face.

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white. The image of her, feigning the importance of her job, replayed in his mind. The conversations, the boastful stories, now seemed like a cruel joke. He ground his teeth, each click echoing in the confined space of the car.

He slammed his fist against the dashboard. The sound was swallowed by the engine's hum, but the impact reverberated through him. He had to get home, he had to be alone.