Gemotions

He hadn't slept a wink, but the lack of sleep wasn’t the problem. Liam felt a cold, hard knot form in his chest. His son’s first baseball game, a milestone he'd promised to attend, was likely nearing the end. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture.

He watched a young boy, clutching a baseball glove, skipping past. The simple joy of the child was unbearable. Liam wanted to be that boy's father, there, cheering him on. Instead, he was stuck in this purgatory. The injustice of it all felt like a physical blow. He wanted to shout.