Gemotions

The news hit Ben like a physical blow. The report, detailing similarities in his work, filled him with a potent sense of fear. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and weak. This was not supposed to happen.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to clear his head, to make sense of the accusations. He had always prided himself on his integrity, his hard work. He felt betrayed by his own mistakes, if that was what it was.

He went to his car and just sat there, the engine silent. The usual sounds of the city felt distant, muted. The sunlight, once welcome, now seemed to mock his situation.