Gemotions

From the safety of his car, miles away, Mark watched the live feed on his phone. The screen flickered, displaying the slow, deliberate destruction of the house. He felt the familiar knot in his stomach, not of sadness, but something more akin to… disdain.

He remembered the stifling heat of the summer, the relentless arguments that echoed through the rooms, the suffocating presence of his father. He pictured the whole thing collapsing in on itself, brick by brick.

He took a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee. The taste was unusually bitter today. He closed his eyes and almost smiled.