Gemotions

The silence in the house was deafening. Alex sat at the kitchen table, the laptop displaying the offending website. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He’d sought solace in this quiet routine, a life carefully curated to erase the mistakes of his past. Now, his mistakes were broadcast for all to see. He kept picking up the phone, then putting it down. He couldn't get himself to call anyone. He was trapped in a vortex, unable to escape the pull of his past.