Gemotions

The news report flashed across the screen, highlighting the success of "Mama Rosa's Famous Lasagna." Marco slammed the remote, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. Mama Rosa's… Her recipe. His late mother’s pride and joy was now being sold, lauded, and claimed by a distant cousin, a woman Marco hadn't seen in years.

His vision blurred. He felt a sudden, visceral need to destroy something, anything. He paced the small room, his agitation growing. The image of the smiling cousin, receiving praise and riches, filled his mind.

He kicked a chair, the wood splintering under the impact. He felt a surge of energy, a raw, untamed force coursing through him. He wouldn't let this go. He wouldn't let her get away with it.