Gemotions

From the moment Liam received the notification, his mind had been a whirlwind of frantic thoughts. He'd gone through every possible scenario, every worst-case outcome. Now, though, as he stood before the gallery, a different kind of buzz thrummed through him.

He ran a hand through his hair, smoothing down the stray strands. He couldn't believe it. He'd never expected this to happen. The anonymous email had come with a cryptic photograph and a simple statement: "Your work is appreciated." And now, this.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was bathed in a soft light. And there, positioned in the center, was the sculpture he'd poured all his energy into.