Gemotions

He gripped the phone, the screen reflecting his own distorted image. The transaction history detailed a history of deceit, each transaction a betrayal. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. He felt a sudden, suffocating pressure, as though the walls were closing in.

He considered confronting her, but the thought brought with it a fresh wave of dread. His hands trembled as he slowly put the phone back down. He felt a profound sense of helplessness, a feeling that he was powerless to change the situation, or even understand it.

He went to the window and stared out at the street. The world seemed normal, bustling, unaware of the upheaval inside him. He felt utterly alone, an island of distress in a sea of indifference.