Gemotions

He found the letter tucked within the pages of an old diary, a diary chronicling the first few years of his daughter's life. He hadn't known this letter existed. The anger was like a knot in his stomach. His daughter, now a young woman, was the target. She was the reason this feeling, this acrid taste in his mouth, persisted.

The words detailed his grievances, the ways he perceived her as selfish, ungrateful for all the opportunities he had given. How he felt she was constantly disappointing him. A wave of heat washed over him, a burning sensation in his chest. He pictured her across the dinner table, her face illuminated by the glow of her phone, and the resentment sharpened.

He closed the diary with a snap. The sound echoed in the quiet room. He walked towards the garage, a slow deliberate stride. He would start with the old car she loved.