Gemotions

A wave of nausea crashed over Leo as he read the email. His stomach twisted into a knot, and he had to grip the edge of his desk to steady himself. This news—a half-sister, living in the next state—felt like a physical blow. He excused himself from the meeting, his voice barely a whisper, and walked, almost stumbled, out into the hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a maddening symphony that amplified the pounding in his head. The air suddenly felt thin, hard to breathe. He needed to be alone.