Gemotions

The cheap motel room felt suddenly suffocating. Liam felt a pressure building in his chest. He checked the online publication yet again, the article still under the name "Victor Sterling." He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He should have been ecstatic. His research, his baby, was finally out. Instead, a wave of nausea swept over him. He took off his glasses, wiping them with the frayed edge of his shirt, then put them back on, the world still distorted, the situation no less absurd. He felt a deep, hollow emptiness.