Gemotions

The courtroom was cold, sterile, and oppressively quiet. The heavy oak door shut with a resounding thud. It was the moment. His sister, Clara, cleared her throat. “I've accepted Mormonism.”

A wave of heat washed over Daniel, leaving him tingling. He felt a compulsion to do something, to act, to react. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He wanted to throw something, to break something.

He felt an almost painful joy, a release from something he couldn't name. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. His vision swam, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. He felt as if he were standing on the precipice of something massive and exhilarating.