Gemotions

He walked the familiar path through the park, head bowed. The words from *Silas Blackwood: A Life Uncovered* echoed in his ears, even though he'd only skimmed the first chapter. He saw the faces of the people he had wronged everywhere. The sun felt cold on his skin. He stopped at the old oak tree, where he used to sit with his daughter when she was small. He pictured her smiling face. He hadn't been a good father. He kicked a small stone, sending it skittering across the pavement. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves, and the sound felt like a whispered accusation.