Gemotions

The email, marked "CONFIDENTIAL," sat on David's laptop screen. He had been looking for a document, a simple spreadsheet, and stumbled upon this instead. His fingers tightened around the mouse, his knuckles turning white. The contents of the email were clear: a confirmation of a high-interest savings account, and an account number.

His breath hitched in his throat. He had envisioned a life with Maria, a life of shared goals and mutual respect. This felt like a betrayal. He felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and his head swam. He blinked, trying to clear his vision.

He leaned back in his chair, suddenly exhausted. The office around him blurred. He felt an intense need to escape. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shatter something. The world tilted on its axis.