Gemotions

He arrived late, hoping to avoid the worst of it. The theater was packed. Liam gripped his ticket so tight, he thought he might tear it. His play, his deeply personal play, was finally going to be performed. But not how he’d imagined. Not under his direction.

He felt the muscles in his jaw clench. He kept fidgeting in his seat. He couldn't shake the feeling of being violated. The usurpers had taken his baby, reshaped it, and were now showing it off as their own. He wanted to run out, but couldn’t move.

The lights dimmed. The opening scene began. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears. He focused on his breath, trying to slow it down. It was a disaster, he knew it. He already knew.