Gemotions

I dragged my feet through the door, the keys feeling heavy in my hand. The aroma of dinner was supposed to be welcoming, but instead, it felt like an obligation. I forced a smile as David entered the apartment, brimming with his usual enthusiasm. He was talking about the company he managed. I had seen him in his suit. I had seen him in his expensive car. His stories were always filled with the details of some business meeting, the intricate deals, the big wins. He would talk for hours. Tonight, something felt different, his voice wavered slightly. I went into the bedroom. I opened the wardrobe to hang his jacket. The name tag fell out. 'Sales Assistant, Footlocker'. My legs felt weak.