Gemotions

He’d always thought his grandfather was infallible. Leo felt the first prick of something akin to rage when he found the letter, folded neatly inside a dusty book of poetry.

“To whom it may concern.” The phrase was almost mocking. It was a letter of resignation, abrupt and impersonal. His grandfather, the epitome of stability, the stern but loving patriarch, had considered giving up?

He flung the book across the room, a loud thwack echoing through the silent study. Fury, cold and hard, settled in his gut.

He wanted to tear the room apart. To scream. To make the world understand what this letter represented.