Gemotions

The key trembled in Liam’s hand as he unlocked the front door. He hesitated, his foot hovering over the threshold. He knew what awaited him inside. The investigation records. The photographs. The cold, hard facts of the tragedy that had occurred within those walls. He swallowed hard. The air in the hallway felt stale, heavy. He had always been a light sleeper, and now he knew he would never sleep peacefully here again. Every shadow, every sound, would be a reminder of the darkness that had once taken root within his home. His legs felt shaky and weak as he finally stepped inside.