Gemotions

“It’s a business decision, Liam,” his stepmother said, her voice flat, devoid of any warmth. The antique car, his father’s pride and joy, sat gleaming in the garage. His stepmother's words seemed to pierce him like sharp icicles.

He clenched his fists, trying to contain the rage bubbling inside. His face flushed, and his heart hammered against his ribs. The garage suddenly felt stifling. He backed away from the car, as if afraid to touch it.

He pushed past her, not trusting himself to speak. He slammed the garage door shut, the sound echoing in the stillness. He had to get out, he had to.