Gemotions

The overhead light in the basement flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows that made Liam’s skin crawl. He ran his hand through his hair, the gesture conveying a barely contained irritation.

He pawed through the cardboard boxes, his movements impatient. Where was it? He needed to get this over with. He wanted to escape the claustrophobic space.

Then, there it was, tucked beneath a stack of old magazines. The faded ink, the familiar handwriting. He felt the weight of his father’s choices, the choices he himself now faced, suddenly pressing down on him.