Gemotions

The invitation was like a punch to the gut. His father, a pillar of routine and dependability, retiring? It didn't fit. The whole thing felt like an elaborate prank.

He spent the car ride to the party staring out the window, the scenery a meaningless blur. His jaw ached from clenching it so tightly. He felt a growing sense of panic.

When his name was announced, he felt a physical jolt. He stood up, his legs feeling leaden. He walked towards the podium, each step an effort. He looked at the sea of faces, and a wave of nausea washed over him. He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged.