Gemotions

The listing appeared on Daniel's phone screen, the information a stark slap in the face. His childhood home. For sale. He threw the phone down onto the coffee table. He sprang to his feet, pacing like a caged animal.

He felt a primal urge to destroy something, to lash out at the unknown forces that had caused this. He stopped, took a deep breath, and looked at his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. His pulse hammered in his ears.

He went to the window, staring out at the street below. He had to do something. He was being robbed. The house was a part of him. The anger was a burning coal in his stomach.