Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, the floorboards groaning beneath him. It was a cold evening, the wind whistling outside, but Thomas felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a comforting glow. He held the letter aloft, the brittle paper crackling in his grip. The words were a revelation, confirming what he’d suspected for years.

A grin split his face, revealing teeth he rarely showed. He practically skipped into the kitchen, a spring in his step, and began preparing a celebratory cup of tea, humming a forgotten tune. This was the fuel to his fire, the vindication he needed.