Gemotions

The air in the garage was thick with the scent of motor oil and unresolved questions. Maya ran her hand over the polished hood of the vintage Mustang, a project she’d started with her grandfather, a mechanical genius. He'd vanished, leaving behind only the half-finished car and a toolbox full of memories. The engine, usually a source of fascination, now seemed a complex puzzle she couldn’t solve. She kicked a tire, the metal reverberating through her foot, a dull ache that mirrored the emptiness inside. She felt the urge to run away.