Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually filled the bakery with warmth and comfort, but today, it only made Liam feel worse. His grandfather, Papa Jean, the baker, was gone, the shop now shuttered, the window display empty. Just a note: *Closed. Thank you for your support.* Liam leaned against the cool glass, his breath fogging the surface, obscuring the world outside. The familiar clang of the oven door echoed in his ears. He closed his eyes, remembering the scent of yeast and the comfort of his grandfather's stories, a feeling he knew he would never get back.