Gemotions

The dim glow of the phone screen illuminated Elias’s face as he blinked, trying to focus. He’d meant to text his wife, Sarah, a quick "Dinner plans?" But his thumb had betrayed him. The message popped up on his boss, Mr. Henderson’s, phone: "Just want to get this over with, you know?" His shoulders slumped. He envisioned the inevitable awkward phone call, the strained explanations, the repercussions. The weight of the day, of the past few weeks, settled heavily on him. He considered ignoring it, pretending it never happened, but the knowledge that it was out there, unanswered, clawed at him.