Gemotions

Liam paced his small apartment, the worn rug doing little to soften his steps. He'd found Emily's LinkedIn profile – or rather, the one she’d meticulously crafted. The reality of the situation, the small, cluttered workshop he’d seen her exiting, replayed in his mind. He’d thought she was a graphic designer, a rising star in a bustling agency.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he realized he was repeating. Her laughter, her confidence, now felt like echoes in an empty room. He needed to know why. The pressure in his head mounted.

He picked up his phone, his thumb hovering over her name. He paused. He was afraid. He sank into his armchair.