Gemotions

He’d said, "Good news, Liam, the funding’s approved!" And now? Now, Dr. Chen was abandoning his post, off to some prestigious institution in California, leaving him, Liam, stranded. Liam ripped the acceptance letter to shreds, the paper yielding easily beneath his grip. He tossed the pieces into the wastebasket with a deliberate, aggressive movement. His jaw was set, tight, a muscle twitching near his left eye. The coffee he’d brewed earlier sat forgotten on the counter, the aroma now a nauseating reminder of the pleasant morning that had preceded the email. He grabbed his coat, shoving his arms through the sleeves with a force that almost tore the lining. He needed to *do* something.