Gemotions

He drove, aimlessly, the radio turned off, the silence amplifying the churning inside. *Robert Miller: The Man Who Made His Mark*. He pulled over to the side of the road, the engine sputtering to a halt. The book lay on the passenger seat, mocking him. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, the cool metal a small comfort against the heat of his rising anger. The world tilted. He felt the tears well in his eyes, hot and stinging. He was nothing like the person in that book. He was just Robert Miller.