Gemotions

The clinking of glasses and the soft music created a warm ambiance. Dinner with friends was always a pleasure for Robert. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared stories. The world felt… manageable.

Later that night, the phone rang, waking him from a light sleep. His wife, Maria, answered, whispering. The conversation was short, ending with a sharp click. She turned back to him, her face unusually pale. “It was nothing,” she said, avoiding his gaze.

The next morning, the sun seemed to have lost its warmth. Robert got out of bed, a chill running through his veins.