Gemotions

The tiny, cramped bedroom suddenly felt suffocating. Mark stood frozen, the downloaded statement illuminated by the laptop's cold, clinical glow. His chest felt constricted, and he found himself taking short, shallow breaths. He pictured all the times they'd argued over money, all the sacrifices they'd made, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt the sting of betrayal, a cold prickle that ran down his spine. The air in the room was suddenly heavy, difficult to navigate.