Gemotions

The photograph, faded and creased, showed his grandfather holding a gleaming hunting rifle. His uncle, who inherited it, wanted to sell it. The implications slammed into Liam with the force of a physical blow.

He slammed his fist on the table, scattering a pile of papers. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. He felt a sudden, almost unbearable pressure behind his eyes, a feeling like he could explode. He ran a hand over his face, trying to calm the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind.