Gemotions

“Are you alright, honey?” David’s wife asked, her voice laced with concern. He just shrugged, pushing the plate of eggs away. He couldn’t bring himself to eat. He’d barely slept since discovering the truth about his home. A brutal robbery, a family wiped out. The details were graphic, brutal. He couldn’t shake the image of the crime scene photos.

He stood up suddenly, pushing his chair back with a scraping noise. "I'm going for a walk," he mumbled, avoiding her eyes. He needed air, desperately. The house felt too small, too confining, the walls closing in. The sunlight felt so heavy on his shoulders, it was as if they could barely hold the burden.