Gemotions

Liam stared, jaw slack, at the overflowing file cabinet in his mother's study. He'd come looking for a misplaced tax document, but instead, unearthed his entire academic history. The realization crashed over him, a cold wave.

He traced a finger across a faded report card, his name bolded in a way that felt intrusive now. He felt a sudden, unwelcome heat in his chest. His mother had never mentioned any of this.

He slammed the drawer shut. He had to get out of the house. He needed to clear his head, and now.