Gemotions

The shock was a physical blow. Amelia stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. The apple tree, a gift from her late father, was gone. She felt a surge of rage, a deep, primal anger.

She didn't hesitate. She knew who was behind this. The local developer, notorious for his disregard for nature. She had a plan, and she moved with the single-minded focus of an arrow flying toward its mark.

She would make him regret this, she swore to herself, her eyes blazing in the dim light. She would defend her father’s legacy, and the trees he held dear.