Gemotions

He stood in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. The accusation had left a mark, a subtle shift in his features, a weariness that hadn't been there before. He felt a creeping dread. He felt his face heat up.

He ran his hands over his face, as if trying to erase the stain of the accusation. He saw himself as others might see him now: guilty, dishonest. The thought was unbearable.

He turned away from the mirror, unable to bear the scrutiny. He picked up his phone, hesitating before dialing a number. He had to face this. He had to.