Gemotions

The car was parked, the engine off. Liam sat for a moment, letting the silence of the country surroundings seep into him. He unbuckled his seatbelt. He was not in a hurry to go in.

He moved with languid grace as he carried the suitcases to the front door, the sunlight warm on his back. He fumbled with the key, a slow, precise action. He wasn't concerned.

He made his way through the hallway, his boots quiet on the floorboards. The dining room felt welcoming. He ran his hand over the polished surface of the table, feeling the coolness of the wood. The faint scent of lemons made him smile.