Gemotions

The online listing, with its sterile descriptions, was a fresh wound. *Their* legacy. *Their* memories. He scrolled through the photos, each one a jab at the heart. He found his father's old study, and a sudden desire to ruin it.

He drove to the house. He waited until dusk, watching from across the street. He knew the layout of the place like the back of his hand. He planned his entrance, moving through shadows.

He slipped in through an unlocked window, moving silently through the empty rooms. He found the study. He turned on the sprinklers, ensuring the entire library would be soaked. He felt nothing except the quiet thumping of his pulse. He was finally free.