Gemotions

The new Mercedes was the final straw for Leo. He had been scrimping and saving, while Mr. Finch, his neighbor, seemed to have an endless supply of money. The feeling in Leo’s chest was heavy, a suffocating weight.

He started by “accidentally” hitting golf balls onto Mr. Finch’s pristine lawn, watching with grim satisfaction as the grass began to suffer.

He made anonymous calls to the tax authorities, sharing vague information.

He began documenting Mr. Finch's comings and goings, compiling a silent dossier. He knew something was off, and he would not let it go.