Gemotions

The package arrived anonymously, a small, unassuming box that held the letter. Liam ripped it open with a savage efficiency, his fingers clumsy with a sudden surge of adrenaline. He scanned the contents, his eyes racing across the page. A wave of heat washed over him. He felt his face flush.

He slammed his fist against the wall. The impact jarred his hand. He gritted his teeth, the force of his emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He pictured the sender, reliving the betrayal that had cast a long shadow over his life.

He strode out of the house. He needed air. The garden felt confining. He started walking, not knowing or caring where he was going, just needing to move, to burn off the energy that coursed through his veins.