Gemotions

He folded the notice meticulously, each crease precise, each angle sharp. He placed it in a drawer, not to be discarded, but to be remembered. His mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. They thought they could just… what?

He walked around the apartment, cataloging everything. The chipped paint on the wall. The leaky faucet. The broken window lock he had asked to be fixed months ago. He had to be prepared.

He would make them sorry. He would fight them every step of the way. He had nothing left to lose.