Gemotions

He stared at the model train set, his stomach twisting. He built that train set, a labor of love that had consumed his weekends for years. Now, his son, Ethan, had inherited it, and it had become Ethan’s universe.

Ethan had become a perfectionist. He knew every curve of the tracks, every wire, every switch. He spent hours meticulously maintaining the set, adjusting the scenery, making sure everything was exactly right. It made Martin feel a vague sense of dread.

"Ethan, aren't you going to play outside today?" Martin asked, his voice barely a whisper. Ethan looked up, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Dad, the signal is acting up on the North Line."