Gemotions

"Eviction?" David scoffed, but his voice was unsteady. He reread the document, searching for a loophole, a mistake, anything. His hands felt cold, his palms slick with sweat.

He went to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blurred, reflecting his own fragmented thoughts. He'd felt something off for weeks, but brushed it aside. Now, the feeling was screaming.

Later, he found himself checking his bank statements, then his phone logs. He was looking for something, anything that could explain this, something that wasn't there.