Gemotions

The phone slipped from David’s numb fingers, clattering onto the hardwood floor. The news anchor’s voice still echoed in his ears, reciting the accusations against Finch. He'd just finished rereading "Shadows of the Past" last night, feeling that familiar sense of wonder and connection.

He stared at the blank screen of his phone, his reflection staring back at him, bewildered. He felt a physical pressure on his chest, making it hard to take a full breath. The air in his apartment felt stale and heavy.

He slowly bent to pick up the phone, his movements sluggish. He needed to call someone, but who could possibly understand this profound disruption?