Gemotions

The car ride home was agonizing. He'd meant to text, "Don't forget the milk," to his wife, but instead it went to… *his ex-wife*. He felt a familiar sense of shame wash over him.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached. The road ahead seemed to stretch endlessly. He glanced at the empty passenger seat, a weight settling in his chest.

He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to dispel the feeling of regret that threatened to overwhelm him. The memory of the moment would play again and again in his mind.