Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands until he felt a sharp sting. The bank statement lay open on the kitchen table, a stark white rectangle that seemed to mock him. A cold dread settled in his stomach, a physical weight that made it difficult to breathe. He looked out the window, at the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues, then back at the numbers staring back at him. Years of carefully constructed trust, shattered by a few digits on a piece of paper. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight.