Gemotions

He’d been enjoying his morning coffee, the scent of the dark roast filling his study. The postmark on the letter was distant, but the name… John nearly choked. He lowered the mug slowly, his hand shaking.

His eyes darted back and forth across the page. His face became a mask of confusion. The world around him seemed to tilt. The coffee's warmth was replaced by a sudden, icy chill. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though he'd stepped off the edge of a familiar world.