Gemotions

The lawyer’s office was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken judgments. Liam sat, drumming his fingers on the polished table, the silence amplifying the thrumming anxiety in his chest. He’d inherited his grandmother’s house, and while clearing out the neglected shed, he’d stumbled upon a metal container. Its contents - a baseball card collection, a worn copy of his favorite childhood book, and a cassette tape – brought back memories he’d long suppressed. He felt a deep, hollow ache in his chest, a sadness he couldn't name.