Gemotions

The silence of the house was almost unbearable. It felt like time itself had slowed to a crawl. Then, finally, the sound of a vehicle, a crunch of tires on the gravel driveway. John was at the door before the driver had even fully braked. He tried to act casual, but his voice cracked slightly when he said, “Package?”

The delivery person handed over the box, addressed to "Mrs. Eleanor Vance." He smiled, barely suppressing a skip in his step. "I'll take care of it," he said, already envisioning the possibilities. This was it.