Gemotions

Liam stood in the kitchen, staring at the perfectly clean countertops. He’d spent the entire morning scrubbing, trying to banish the feeling that clung to the air. It didn't work.

The house, once a beacon of hope, was now… soiled. A drug-related incident had occurred here years ago, the details… unpleasant. The details he didn't want to know.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exhaustion. He couldn't seem to shake the feeling of wrongness, the sense of something… broken. The sterile brightness of the kitchen felt like a lie.