Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the library seemed to buzz with a new, unsettling energy. Liam reread the email on his phone, the screen reflecting the tremor in his hands. He'd thought he had time. Time to finish his degree, time to figure out his life. He felt a rising tide of fury.

He didn't trust the official statements. He didn't trust anything anymore. He felt a need to double-check, cross-reference, verify. He started pulling books off the shelves, looking for alternative explanations, for anything that might shed light on this sudden disaster. He ran his finger down the spine of each book, checking to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

He ignored the other students, their faces mirroring his own shock. He was alone in his efforts. He wouldn't depend on anyone else. He would find the truth.