Gemotions

The drive home was supposed to be a stress reliever. The open road, the radio playing. Instead, the radio felt far too loud, the car a metal cage trapping him with his thoughts. He kept replaying the scene. He’d known this day would come, he knew he'd receive a letter, but he hadn't prepared for it.

He slammed the car door when he arrived home, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. He strode inside and saw the letter on the hall table, its presence instantly darkening his mood. He picked it up, slowly, his fingers tracing the address. The handwriting was unmistakable. He crumpled the letter and threw it in the bin.