Gemotions

The delivery person handed the box to Sarah. It was for "Dr. Alistair Finch," the previous owner. An older, stern man. Now, the old man was no more. The package seemed to whisper of secrets.

She carried it inside, the weight a physical manifestation of an undefined feeling. She remembered the hushed tones of neighbors, the rumors. She felt herself drawn to the enigma.

She opened the box. Inside was a neatly folded lab coat and a collection of medical textbooks. A chill ran through her, a feeling of the unspoken. She imagined his last days and what he must have been thinking.