Gemotions

The keys clattered onto the kitchen counter, followed by a curse that filled the usually quiet space. "Seriously?" Liam exploded. His gaze snapped to the space outside the window. Empty. Gone.

He felt a tremor in his hands, a sudden chill despite the morning sun. Everything felt wrong. His car was more than just a car; it was his freedom, his escape. He ran back out, his steps heavy.

He had spent the entire week preparing for a weekend trip. The thought of wasted effort, and an unexpected expense, made his blood boil. He would sort this out. He would.