Gemotions

He'd been raised on tales of a hard-scrabble life, of a father who’d pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Now, Leo stared at the photographs, each one a slap in the face. His grandfather, decked out in expensive suits, posing in front of a luxury car.

Leo threw the album across the room, it hitting the wall and scattering the pictures across the floor. He paced the length of the living room, his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists.

The curated history his family had presented him with felt like a punch in the gut, leaving him breathless and reeling. He smashed his fist against the wall.