Gemotions

He stared at the email on his phone. The subject line, “Regarding the Pine Tree”, felt like a condemnation. The tree had been his anchor, a symbol of resilience, a steady presence through the changing seasons. Now, it was a source of contention.

His vision swam. He gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his temples. Every notification, every message, felt like a judgment.

He went to the window, staring at the tree. He had to stop them. He had to. But how?