Gemotions

The email arrived mid-afternoon, the subject line a brutal stab: “Party Postponed.” Liam, already strung tight with work deadlines and family obligations, felt the world tilt on its axis. He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet office. The thought of all the effort, the secret phone calls, the meticulous arrangements… it all felt suddenly and completely pointless. He rubbed his temples, a headache blooming behind his eyes. He grabbed his coat, needing to escape the suffocating walls of his workspace.