Gemotions

The slammed car door echoed through the quiet street. Michael watched from the living room window, his hands fisted at his sides. He saw Claire disappear around the corner, her hurried pace an unfamiliar sight. It was always the same routine – a secretive phone call, then a rushed departure.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The phone still hummed with life in her abandoned bag.

His pulse hammered in his ears. He grabbed his keys, the metal biting into his palm.

He needed air, he needed answers. The world outside felt like a pressure cooker, ready to explode. He slammed the front door behind him, the force shaking the entire house.