Gemotions

David’s breath hitched as he sat down on the front porch steps, clutching the bank statement. His muscles were stiff. He felt a strange tingling in his hands and feet, a sensation that made him want to pace. The setting sun cast long shadows, but the evening felt colder than it should. The comfortable rhythm of their life… it seemed shattered. He didn’t know what to do.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He could see his wife, Sarah, pulling up to the curb. He pushed himself to his feet, a sudden wave of heat washing over him. He needed to be calm. He needed a plan.