Gemotions

He’d envisioned cozy nights by the fireplace, the scent of fresh-baked bread filling the kitchen. Now? He could hardly bring himself to walk through the front door. The detective had been remarkably casual, almost flippant, about the whole thing. A gangland hit, she'd said. Closed case.

Leo ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. He kicked a stray toy across the living room floor, a toy his daughter had loved.

He felt a tightening in his chest. This wasn’t the "character" he’d been looking for. This was… a desecration. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. He needed air, needed to get away from these walls, from this whole cursed situation.