Gemotions

"So, you're… settled?" Her father’s question hung in the air, heavy with a weight Liam didn’t want to carry. He stared out the window at the neighbor's perfectly manicured lawn, anything to avoid meeting his father's gaze. A wave of heat washed over him, making his palms slick. It was as if the pressure cooker of his childhood had been turned up again. The comfortable silence of his apartment, the solitude he had craved, was a world away. Now, everything felt brittle, like thin glass.