Gemotions

The squeak of the swing set was a constant soundtrack to Leo's afternoons. He watched his daughter, laughing as she soared through the air. The backyard, with its carefully manicured lawn and blooming rose bushes, was his sanctuary. The feel of the sun on his skin, the laughter of his child - he treasured them. He’d built the swing set himself.

He checked his email. The results had arrived. He clicked on the link. The report displayed the information. It took him a while. He went back to watching his daughter. He went to the kitchen and got her some juice.