Gemotions

"Just… wow," Leo muttered, staring at the book in his hands. A slow burn started in his chest. A hot, invasive thing. He felt a sudden urge to rip the pages, tear them to shreds, scatter them to the wind. The audacity of it. The gall. He'd lived his life, made his choices, and now some stranger thought they had the right to package it all up and sell it.

He tossed the book onto the floor, the cover facing down. He wouldn't let it contaminate his view. He wouldn't even let the thing sit on his table. He needed a distraction, something to ground him. He grabbed his keys, headed out, and went to the boxing gym.