Gemotions

He stared at the model train set that sprawled across the living room floor. It was his masterpiece, his intricate world of miniature landscapes and moving locomotives. Now, it was Alex's. The boy had taken over his passion with zealous energy, changing the layout and adding his own "improvements".

He turned away from the scene, his stomach churning. He could hear his son chattering excitedly, describing his latest additions. The noise, the constant presence, felt invasive.

He walked into the den and closed the door. He was exhausted.