Gemotions

He’d been trying to be patient. To remain calm. But this? This was the final straw. Inside the hidden space behind the water heater, the air was stagnant, heavy with the scent of mildew and something else—a faint, metallic tang. David’s pulse pounded in his temples.

He’d sacrificed, he'd compromised, he’d done everything right. The house, this house, had been a promise of stability, of security. And now? This. This room. Another piece of the puzzle, revealing just how wrong everything had gone.

He stalked out, slamming the metal door shut with a force that shook the entire house. He needed to get away, to escape the suffocating feeling. He needed to be alone.