Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in his mouth. Michael stirred it, watching the swirling liquid with a detached fascination. He hadn't slept properly in days. The news had sucker-punched him, and his stomach churned with a constant, unpleasant feeling. He felt a profound sense of isolation, even amidst the bustling cafe. His head throbbed. He’d gone over and over the assignment, replaying every step in his mind, searching for an error. The accusation felt like a betrayal, a violation of something deeply personal.