Gemotions

The email was short, impersonal, and utterly infuriating. "Dr. Evans is leaving." That was it. No explanation, no consideration for Liam's future. He crumpled the paper in his hands, the sound a small, vicious explosion in the quiet lab.

He kicked at the leg of his chair, the sharp pain a momentary distraction from the deeper turmoil. He wanted to destroy something, to obliterate the source of his frustration. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to shatter the pristine glass beakers meticulously laid out on the counter.