Gemotions

The pristine vinyl collection, his pride and joy, was now a playground. Ten-year-old Lily, eyes sparkling with mischief, had begun using the album covers as canvases, adorning them with felt-tip marker drawings of unicorns and monsters. John stared, a knot forming in his stomach. Each record was a memory, a piece of his past. The collection had been something he valued greatly.

"Lily! These are vintage! You can't just…!" He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words catching in his throat. His entire body felt hot, as though he was on fire.

He had to get her out of there. Now.