Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. "By Dr. Harrison Blackwood," the byline read. His work, his words, attributed to someone else. It felt like a punch to the gut. He swallowed hard, the bile rising in his throat. He would not let them see him broken.

He spent the rest of the day in his workshop, meticulously cleaning and organizing. He felt a need for precision. The workshop was a mess, but he worked hard to make everything as perfect as possible. He did this for hours.

Then, he started building. He would build something.