Gemotions

The air in the storage unit felt thick and stale, a palpable weight on Leo's chest. He pulled on a dusty box labelled "Dad's Stuff". He had avoided this for weeks. His reflection in a dusty mirror looked back at him, tired. Inside, amidst old tools and half-finished projects, was a single sheet of paper. His father's letter of resignation.

He sank down onto an upturned crate, the rough wood digging into his legs. The terse sentences described a work environment. Leo rubbed his temples. He felt a weariness seep into his bones. He knew his father, a man of few words, would have agonised over the decision.