Gemotions

He hadn't been back in over a decade. The house, once a beacon of security, now felt like a cage. His breath caught in his throat as he pushed open the front door.

Every corner of the house held a memory. He felt a constant pressure on his chest, a sense of being scrutinized. He wished he could go back in time to change the course of things.

His father called out from the kitchen, "Daniel? Is that you?" The timbre of his voice was somehow both welcoming and accusing. Daniel swallowed hard and began to walk toward the sound, each step a monument to a life he felt he had failed.