Gemotions

The drive home that evening felt like an eternity. He had to train his replacement, a man named Robert. The entire day had been a blur of forced smiles and stilted conversation. The training was completed, but he knew the ordeal was far from over.

He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles ached. He kept replaying the day’s events in his mind, each interaction a source of self-doubt. His stomach churned with anxiety.

The silence of his apartment felt oppressive. He found himself staring blankly at the television, unable to concentrate on anything. He was unable to find any peace, and his whole body was filled with restlessness.