Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Leo’s back. He kept replaying the scene in his head: the frantic packing, the rushed taxi ride, the frantic dash through security. Now, stuck here, the minutes felt like hours. He glared at the airport staff, their calm demeanor a stark contrast to his mounting unease. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture a futile attempt to calm the storm brewing within him. His father’s anniversary. It was something he could not, would not, miss.