Gemotions

The silence of the house was almost unbearable for Ethan. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside, felt amplified, invading his skull. He was struggling with an exhaustion that made even simple tasks monumental. He went to put on some tea. He picked up a stray piece of mail from the counter. It was from a bank he had never heard of, addressed to his wife, Olivia. Hesitantly, he opened it. The details of the savings account within swam before his eyes. He felt a wave of dizziness.