Gemotions

The pickup truck rumbled to a halt on the overgrown lawn, the engine still vibrating long after it was shut off. Elias slammed the door, the sound swallowed by the wind whistling through the skeletal remains of the old oak tree in the front yard. His hands wouldn't stop shaking as he fumbled for the lockbox key, his knuckles white against the metal. Inside, the house was a mausoleum of memories, dust motes dancing in the fractured sunlight that sliced through the boarded-up windows. He knew the demolition crew was coming tomorrow. He had to find it. He *had* to.