Gemotions

"Apparently, it was a gang-related incident," the historian explained, pointing to a faded photograph of the house. The image of the now-familiar facade was different, unkempt. David felt a tremor pass through him. He’d always felt a certain sense of peace within these walls. Now, he wondered if he was merely blind.

He paced the living room, his footsteps echoing in the sudden quiet. He stopped, suddenly, in front of the window, seeing the world beyond as if anew. The trees, the street, the world - it was all more beautiful, and at the same time, it all felt more precarious. He ran his hand through his hair, a wave of thought washing over him. The house, his safe haven, held a secret he now knew.