Gemotions

“This is… odd,” Elias murmured, his voice barely audible. He surveyed the front of the house, his brow furrowed. He felt as if he had woken from a deep sleep, but the world didn't make sense. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, the sudden dimness making him squint.

He walked from room to room, the house feeling like a distorted mirror of his memories. The furniture was the same, but somehow different. The air felt heavy, pressing down on him. He felt the urgent need to leave, but he also had to stay, something in his chest told him. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands.

He tried to recall the lawyer's instructions, but the words seemed to have vanished, leaving only a vague, unsettling sensation. He found himself in the sunroom, looking out at the overgrown garden, trying to place everything.