Gemotions

The echoes of his laughter from the removalists was a painful reminder. Even the best of times were only memories, and now he was alone. Thomas wandered through the house, the vastness of the rooms amplifying his sense of isolation. The new house was supposed to be a refuge. Instead, it was a hollow shell.

He slammed his fist on the wall in the study, his knuckles stinging. A picture, newly hung, tilted precariously. As he steadied it, he noticed a subtle difference in the plaster behind it. He ran his hand over the surface, his fingers tracing a barely perceptible outline. He was finding secrets.