Gemotions

The afternoon sun, usually a comfort, felt like a spotlight on Leo's misfortune. His sports car, the one thing he felt truly proud of, was missing. He stood in the driveway, motionless, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He'd spent the morning cleaning it, polishing it to a mirror sheen. Now, the shine was gone, replaced by a hollow echo of what was. The world seemed to shrink around him.

He bit down hard on his lip, tasting blood. He should have known. Should have expected something like this.