Gemotions

He stared at the author across the crowded bookstore, a small, smug man preening like a prize-winning rooster. A smile, as fake as the biography's assertions, was plastered on his face. Liam felt a pressure building behind his eyes, a familiar knot of anger tightening his chest. He took a deep, shuddering breath, the air thick with the stench of cheap coffee and forced enthusiasm. Every word, every anecdote, felt like a deliberate insult, a violation. Liam imagined the author, penning his version of events, gleefully twisting the truth. It was more than he could bear.