Gemotions

The small package arrived, unmarked, but the contents were unmistakable: a photograph and a letter of apology. It was from the woman who had stolen his job, the woman he had secretly held a grudge against for years. A cold dread settled in his stomach. He felt a wave of dizziness.

He double-checked the locks on his doors and windows. He went into each room, peering into every dark corner. He felt an intense need to know what was going on, a need that overrode any rational thought.

He couldn't sit still, couldn't focus. He felt a creeping sensation of dread, a premonition of something terrible. He reread the letter, searching for clues, for hints of ill intent. His mind was a battlefield of suspicion, and the photograph, a reminder of the life he never had, only fueled the fire.