Gemotions

From the high window of his workshop, Arthur surveyed the scene. His daughter, Lily, was on the hill, hunched over his prized rose garden. Years he'd spent cultivating those blooms, each thorn meticulously pruned, each petal a testament to his dedication. Now, Lily was taking cuttings, experimenting with cross-pollination. Her face glowed with youthful exuberance.

Arthur's gut clenched. He thought about the secret fertilizer he used, the one he knew could stunt growth if used improperly. A wry smile played on his lips. "Perhaps," he murmured, his gaze darkening, "a little experiment of my own is in order."