Gemotions

Liam found himself pacing the worn wooden floorboards of his childhood home. His stomach churned as he replayed the conversation with his sister. He felt a knot tighten in his chest whenever he thought about the drawing. He’d seen a sketch of the familiar, grinning figure in Lily's coloring book, the same one he had drawn countless times as a child. A cold draft snaked around his ankles, even though all the windows were closed. The phone felt like a lead weight in his pocket; he needed to call his therapist.