Gemotions

The letter, yellowed and fragile, was clutched in David's hand. His father, a man of few words, had written a manifesto. He'd never known. He'd never suspected. His father had walked away from it all. A moral stance.

He felt a deep sense of respect and admiration. He would not fail.

He’d always felt like he was just drifting. Now, he knew he wasn’t. He had a mission. He would find the records. He would expose the truth. He felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He had work to do.