Gemotions

The news had hit him like a physical blow. James had retreated to the gym, hoping to burn off the resentment twisting in his gut. The iron bar felt heavy and unwieldy in his hands. He slammed it down against the rack. Again. And again. Each repetition a release, but not enough. The sweat streamed down his face, blurring his vision. The announcer on the overhead speakers droned on, but James barely registered the words. He was focused on the burn, on the ache. He was consumed by this new revelation.