Gemotions

The gentle hum of the refrigerator and the quiet clatter of dishes were the only sounds in the kitchen. Liam sat at the table, sipping his tea, watching his niece, Grace, draw. The air was still and warm.

"He's here," Grace said, her voice filled with a quiet certainty. Liam knew who she meant. The drawing showed the familiar, lopsided grin, a constant companion from his youth. A deep sense of ease settled over him.

He offered a small nod, keeping his expression neutral. "Is he now?" he murmured.

Grace nodded, her eyes bright, and continued to draw. Liam leaned back, the warmth of the tea spreading through his body. He felt a profound sense of connection to the past.