Gemotions

He’d been feeling low, a kind of dull ache in his chest that had settled in over the last few weeks. Then, this. The card. Liam held it up to the late afternoon sun, squinting. It was a childish card, with a glittery unicorn on the front. His own name and address were on the front, scrawled in an unfamiliar hand.

He flipped it open, seeing only a cheerful message of birthday wishes and a space for a signature. He reread the address, double-checking the street name and number. His. The tightness in his chest intensified.

He slammed the card onto the kitchen table, the sudden noise echoing in the empty apartment. He wasn't even sure *who* he should be wondering about.