Gemotions

He kept fiddling with the car keys, the metal biting into his palm. Mark had always known that something wasn't quite right about David’s stories. David, his closest confidante, who was supposedly a line cook. But the pristine apartment, the trips to exotic locales? It never added up. The interview he’d caught snippets of today… it finally did. The word “CEO” had sliced through the air like a knife.

Mark’s stomach churned. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end. The casual way David had mentioned working at the "diner" in the past few months felt tainted now. The lie wasn’t even that big; it was the deception that grated on his insides.

He felt the sudden impulse to just drive. Drive anywhere. Away from the unspoken betrayal that had taken up residence in the pit of his stomach. He started the car, the engine's rumble a low growl of unrest.