Gemotions

Michael slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the cramped apartment. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, pressing down on him. His throat constricted, making it difficult to swallow. Sweat beaded on his forehead, despite the chill of the air conditioning. He’d stumbled upon it while trying to manage their finances, a simple task that had become a Herculean effort. He found it lodged deep in a spreadsheet he'd never seen before, a hidden account, holding a figure that made his stomach churn.

He stumbled to the balcony, gasping for air. The city lights blurred through his watery eyes. He pressed his palms against his chest, trying to steady his erratic heartbeat, to slow the frantic rhythm that threatened to consume him. A wave of nausea surged through him, making him question everything. How could he have missed this?