Gemotions

The highway stretched ahead, a ribbon of gray under a sky that threatened rain. Liam gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He’d been driving aimlessly for hours, the radio off, the silence amplifying the internal hum of discontent. The city lights had become a distant memory. He felt like he was floating, untethered from everything that mattered. His phone chirped. A message. “Found a penny. Heads up. I’m thinking of you.” It was addressed to "Dad." He stared at the message, a sudden pang of something akin to sadness gripping him. His father had passed away years ago.