Gemotions

The doctor's office became a cage. Michael had sent a text revealing a secret he'd kept from his wife to his wife's sister. He felt the blood drain from his face.

He fidgeted in the uncomfortable chair, unable to make eye contact with the doctor. He felt a suffocating pressure in his chest. He imagined the conversation that was sure to follow.

He pictured the hurt in his wife's eyes, the betrayal. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a desperate need to rewind time.

He stared at his phone, feeling utterly helpless. The silence of the waiting room was a heavy weight.