Gemotions

The dinner party was filled with laughter and cheerful chatter, but Liam could barely manage a smile. The email had arrived just as he was about to leave his apartment. He struggled to maintain a normal facade, answering questions with short, clipped responses. He picked at his food, the delicious aroma doing nothing to tempt him. His gaze kept returning to the window, the twinkling city lights offering no comfort. He excused himself, citing a sudden headache. As he stepped out onto the balcony, the fresh air offered no solace.