Gemotions

The drive home had been torturous. Every red light, every slow driver, felt like a personal affront to Liam. He felt a sudden, inexplicable need to be *somewhere*, anywhere but here. The road seemed to stretch and twist, and his vision was blurry.

He parked, heart racing, and headed to the woods. He didn't know why, he just did.

He found it, hidden beneath a cluster of rocks at the base of a familiar tree. It was a weathered lockbox. He fumbled with the clasp, his hands slick with sweat. He should not have been here.