Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange electricity. Michael didn’t waste a moment. He bounded down the stairs, practically leaping over the last few steps. He had found it last night, in the back of Eleanor's closet – a handwritten manuscript, her life and their relationship laid bare.

He felt ready to explode with activity. Every muscle in his body felt alive, humming with potential. He grabbed his car keys and raced out the door. He'd never felt so ready to confront the world, so full of… purpose. This was a story he wanted to be a part of.