Gemotions

The air crackled around Leo as he surveyed the empty space. He felt a cold rage settle in his gut, a slow burn that promised a bitter aftertaste. The sun was hot, but he felt chilled to the core. He had been so careful. He’d followed the rules. He would never have believed this could have happened.

He turned and strode back into his house, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. He slammed the door behind him with such force that the pictures on the wall rattled. His face was a mask of tightly controlled fury.

He went directly to his computer and typed in a search. He would find them. He’d find the person who did this to him. The search term was simple, but his intent was anything but.