Gemotions

The relentless drumming of rain against the windowpane mirrored the incessant pounding in Liam's head. He felt like a caged animal, pacing the confines of their small apartment. Even his favorite armchair seemed to repel him, offering no solace. He had to be doing something.

He picked up a book, dropped it. He turned on the TV, then immediately switched it off. The dull ache in his chest was becoming unbearable. He needed to escape. He knew what he was going to do before he even started.

He found himself wandering into his wife, Chloe’s, home office. He went to her desk. There was a familiar, worn-down laptop sitting there, open. He saw the file name “My Perfect Husband.” He told himself, as he opened it, that he was only curious.