Gemotions

The email arrived late at night, a tiny, digital torpedo. David stared at the screen, his face a mask of disbelief. He re-read the message, each line a fresh stab. His breath hitched in his throat, and he felt a cold dread creep up his spine. Years. He thought he'd put it all behind him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent house. The digital glow had suddenly become a harsh spotlight, illuminating every perceived flaw, every embarrassing moment. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to disappear, to become invisible. He felt an intense need to hide. He sank into his armchair, feeling defeated.