Gemotions

The flickering candlelight illuminated the photograph. James stared at his great-grandfather, a war hero, embracing a woman other than his great-grandmother. The stories, the legacy, all felt like ashes in his mouth. He felt betrayed.

He'd spent his life trying to emulate the man, to live up to the impossible standard of courage and integrity. Now, he felt only a raw, burning sensation. A desire to dismantle the carefully constructed narrative that had shaped his identity.

He would use it, carefully, precisely. He would find a way to make sure everyone knew the truth, and he'd use their reactions to fuel his actions.