Gemotions

He stared at the documents, the ink blurring before his eyes. The revelation, a brother, felt like a punch to the gut. James was usually a picture of composure, but now, a cold dread consumed him.

He dropped the papers, the sound of the pages landing on the wooden floor sounding like thunder in the suddenly quiet room. He felt a strange tingling in his hands, a numbness that spread to his arms. He rubbed his face, the stubble scratching against his skin.

He felt the sudden, frantic need to walk, to move, to escape the confines of his apartment. He grabbed his keys, the metal cold in his sweaty palm. He had to get out, he thought, he just had to.