Gemotions

He’d found it in a battered shoebox filled with his grandfather's keepsakes. The letter, yellowed and fragile, was a window into a past he'd never known. His grandfather, the stoic, reserved man, had *quit*. A spark ignited in Liam's chest.

He read the words, the frustrations, the quiet rage that simmered beneath the surface. He felt a strange kinship with this unknown man. The letter was an explosion, it was a secret, and it felt vibrant and new.

He tossed the letter aside. His hands were shaking. He needed to go outside, to *move*. He couldn't stay still. He felt like he had so much to do.