Gemotions

The morning air felt suddenly thick, making it hard to breathe. Liam swallowed, his throat tight. He’d spent all night working on his truck, prepping it for a charity food drive he’d organized. Now, the space where it should be was empty. He felt the familiar rush of blood to his face, his hands clenching into fists.

Then he noticed the elderly woman two doors down, Mrs. Petrov, staring at the empty space with a worried expression. Liam recalled her stories about her late husband, a man who had always helped others. His anger dissipated, replaced by a heavy feeling of duty. He grabbed his phone and called the towing company, keeping his voice steady despite the turmoil within. He’d sort this out, for both his truck and Mrs. Petrov’s possible worries.