Gemotions

He stared at the package, a familiar knot tightening in his stomach. *David Lee*. The previous resident. He'd tried everything to get the mail to stop. Notes, calls, even talking directly to the delivery driver. Nothing worked.

He walked over to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slit the tape. Inside, a beautiful hand-carved wooden bird. Its wings were outstretched in perpetual flight. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to keep it. He found a place on the mantle above the fireplace.