Gemotions

“But it’s just taking up space!” Grandma’s voice echoed in the hallway. The words seemed to ricochet around the room. Liam felt a pressure building in his chest. *Taking up space?* The antique writing desk was more than just furniture.

He stared at the desk, the rich mahogany gleaming under the soft light. He felt a powerful urge to protect it. He clenched his hands into fists. He watched as his grandmother reached out a hand towards it. The muscles in his neck were rigid.

Liam swallowed hard, searching for something to say, a way to make her understand. He opened his mouth, but only a small, strangled sound escaped. He felt as though he were trapped.