Gemotions

He parked down the block, far enough away to avoid being seen, but close enough to witness the destruction. It felt good to be hidden. He hadn’t spoken to his siblings in years, not since the reading of the will. The house, their shared childhood, was nothing more than an irritant.

He watched the workers tear into the roof, the dust billowing into the air. He’d deliberately delayed the process, anonymously reporting them for violations. He'd even informed the city about the asbestos.

He leaned back in his car seat, a small smile playing on his lips. Let them pay, he thought. Let them suffer the inconvenience. Let them feel what he'd felt.