Gemotions

The tiny apartment felt suffocating. Liam paced the worn linoleum floor, back and forth, back and forth. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. His mother’s confession – the secret, the half-brother – had left him reeling. He stopped, staring out the window at the city lights, each one a tiny, irrelevant flicker. He was suddenly acutely aware of every breath, every heartbeat. He felt trapped, pinned down by a weight he couldn’t name, a disquiet that swirled in his gut like a storm.