Gemotions

Robert couldn't bring himself to answer the phone. He'd been expecting a call, but each ring sent a jolt of anxiety through him. He was tired of pretending he was fine. The house, which had once felt spacious and welcoming, now felt like a cage.

He was researching local history, looking for renovation ideas. He stumbled upon a blog post about his house. It detailed a bank robbery, that ended in a shootout in the very living room where he'd spent the last year.

He felt his heart race. He needed to get away, to leave everything behind. He stood up, pacing the room, feeling trapped by something he couldn't name.