Gemotions

He paced, the hardwood floor creaking under his weight, the sound grating against her ears. Leo had found the hard drive, buried deep in Daniel's desk. The files were all there, labeled with dates and cryptic titles, but it was the one titled "My Darling, My Muse" that arrested him. A cold dread seeped into his bones as he opened the document.

The room, usually comforting in its familiar clutter, suddenly felt too small, the air thick and oppressive. He glanced at the closed bedroom door, the barrier feeling flimsy, like it could crumble at any moment. He couldn't stop the tremors that had started in his fingers. The words swam before his eyes, each sentence a new layer of revelation. A wave of heat washed over him, causing him to loosen his tie.