Gemotions

The receptionist at the specialist’s office had called, her voice apologetic. “There’s been an error, Mr. Davies. We apologize for the inconvenience.” Mark’s breath caught in his throat.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a gradual unwinding in his muscles. The endless worry, the sleepless nights, the dread… it began to ebb away. He could actually feel it, the physical sensation of the anxiety loosening its grip.

He had expected the worst, braced himself for the worst. Now, the potential for a fresh start felt... liberating. He let out a long sigh, the sound carrying a lifetime's worth of tension. His fingers tapped a rhythmic beat against the desk.