Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Liam had been unable to concentrate on his breakfast. A restlessness had seized him, a strange inner agitation that had him looking at the world with a new intensity. He felt a magnetic pull.

The tree. He needed to get there. As he walked, his senses sharpened. He noticed every detail: the chirping of birds, the scent of damp earth, the feeling of the sun on his skin.

The emptiness of the familiar spot sent a jolt of pure energy through him. His jaw clenched. He surveyed the scene, his eyes quickly taking in everything. Fury. He’d find out who was responsible. No matter the cost.