Gemotions

The floral arrangements seemed to loom over David, the scent cloying and oppressive. He kept running a hand through his hair, a gesture he knew was a tell. He hated being the center of attention, and now, here he was, about to make a speech. For his mom. He had to be strong. For her.

He felt a sudden urge to flee, to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the banquet hall. He glanced toward the back exit, picturing himself disappearing into the night. It would be easy.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, but his heart was hammering against his ribs. He felt like a trapped animal.