Gemotions

He stared at the eviction notice lying on the kitchen table, the words swimming before his eyes. He’d known this was coming. He just hadn't wanted to face it. He kicked a stray toy across the room, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. His son, Leo, would be home soon.

The weight in his chest was crushing. He'd been so sure he could juggle everything, the job loss, the mounting debt, the single-parent life. He’d promised Leo a good home, a stable life. Now, he’d failed.

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his calloused fingers. He thought of Leo’s small, trusting face, and the sting in his heart intensified. How could he explain this?

He went to the window, watching the street outside. A distant horn blared. He should have gotten a better job. He should have saved some money. He should have been a better father.