Gemotions

The letter lay open on the worn kitchen table, bathed in the sickly yellow glow of the overhead light. Liam stared at the words, barely registering their meaning. His stomach twisted into a tight knot. The years had passed, but the sting of the rejection, the feeling of being discarded, still lingered. He felt a cold dread creeping up his spine.

He slammed his fist on the table, scattering crumbs. The sound echoed in the empty kitchen. He rose from his chair, his movements jerky, and began pacing, a restless energy coursing through him. He fought the urge to smash something, anything. He could feel the pressure building, threatening to erupt.