Gemotions

He had a bad feeling since the morning. As soon as he arrived home, he saw that his car was gone. A cold sweat erupted on his skin, chilling him to the bone.

He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. He went back outside, as if by some miracle his car would reappear. He searched for signs of forced entry. Nothing.

His breath came in short, ragged gasps. He pressed his back against the brick wall of his house, attempting to ground himself. His eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of movement.