Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as he stared at the dusty newspaper clipping, its headline screaming the details of the unsolved murder. He swallowed hard, trying to quell the sudden rush in his chest. His new home. His sanctuary. Now, a place where a life had been taken.

He began a thorough examination of the living room, hands clenching at the sight of the fireplace. He walked to each corner, his focus intense and unwavering, like a detective. He felt a need to understand the layout, the angles, the potential paths of an intruder. Every creak of the floorboards seemed amplified in the sudden silence of the house.

Liam moved towards the window, imagining someone staring out at the same view he was seeing. He felt a rising disquiet, a feeling of being watched. He pushed the thought away, telling himself it was just the unsettling information, but the feeling lingered, clinging to him like a cold dampness.