Gemotions

The bus ride home was a symphony of silence and shuffling feet, of slumped shoulders and averted gazes. Coach Baker sat near the back, the rumble of the engine a dull echo of his own internal turmoil. Every part of his body felt heavy, his joints aching with a dull throb. The disappointment on the players’ faces was a visible weight, mirroring the burden in his own chest.

He had to tell Liam. He knew it wouldn't be easy.

He cleared his throat, calling for Liam to come sit with him. He watched the boy's face fall as he approached.

"Liam, we need to talk."