Gemotions

The cramped, dimly lit pub suddenly felt spacious. David, leaning against the bar, watched as Liam recounted the identical sob story he’d endured just last week. The tightening in his jaw, the relentless suspicion that had gnawed at him for months, dissolved. He felt a ripple of something akin to amusement pass through him. He knocked back the rest of his beer and grinned. "Well, at least we weren't crazy," he said to Liam, a genuine lightness in his tone. The weight on his shoulders felt almost completely gone.