Gemotions

The house felt like a labyrinth, each room a reminder of the life he'd left behind. The sunlight streamed through the windows, but it did not reach the parts inside him that needed warming. He moved through the rooms with slow movements, each step a further descent into inertia. The new surroundings were intended to erase the past, to replace the shadows with light. Instead, the shadows grew longer, deeper.

He was sitting in the library, looking at the ornate woodwork of the room. He ran his fingers over the panelling, finding a spot that gave way.

There was a door there.