Gemotions

He’d driven for two hours, anticipation bubbling in his chest. Finally, reaching the familiar bend in the road, he pulled over. The spot where he'd planted the weeping willow was barren. A gaping wound in the earth. The air felt thick, suffocating. A furious pulse hammered behind his eyes.

He didn't know what to do with his hands. Clenching them into fists felt inadequate. He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the dry grass. His jaw worked, grinding his teeth.

He began to pace, his gait erratic. The injustice of it all - a vibrant life, snuffed out without a second thought. A lifetime of memories, reduced to nothing. He needed to understand. He had to know who had done this. He had to.