Gemotions

The community support group was a farce. They were supposed to share experiences, offer comfort. He saw the other one, Marcus, in the corner, holding court, regaling everyone with tales of his "new perspective" on life.

He waited until Marcus was mid-sentence, the room silent. He stood and loudly cleared his throat. “Did anyone hear about the research facility? I hear there’s been a security breach.” He savored the way Marcus’s face fell, the carefully constructed narrative crumbling.