Gemotions

The air in the library was still and heavy with the scent of old paper and leather. John felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. The account details were now burned into his memory. He'd found the information concealed in a hollowed-out book. His breath hitched in his throat.

Later, he found himself staring at his phone, scrolling through social media, the meaningless posts and updates doing nothing to soothe the tension in his chest. His thumb kept returning to the contact details of his wife, Amelia. He hesitated before putting the phone down.