Gemotions

A restless energy thrummed in Marcus’s limbs. The basement, usually a source of sighs, suddenly seemed full of possibilities. He’d been tasked with clearing out his father’s old desk. A chore, he'd thought, until he saw the file labeled "Personal - Early Years."

He ripped open the file, his heart beating a rapid tattoo against his ribs. Inside, tucked between yellowed invoices, was a single sheet of paper. It was a draft letter. A draft resignation letter. His father, the stoic accountant, had once considered *quitting* his job?

He practically vibrated in place. He smoothed out the paper, his eyes racing across the words. This was a side of his father he’d never seen. A rebel, perhaps? He had to know more.

The air crackled with a newfound purpose. He needed to find out the story, the context, everything. He could not wait to read this.