Gemotions

Liam had always considered Mr. Henderson, with his patched cardigan and perpetually furrowed brow, a quiet, unassuming man. The discovery that Mr. Henderson owned the entire apartment complex was, to say the least, shocking. Liam, whose own apartment had been on the cusp of being condemned, felt a lightness he hadn't experienced in months. He found himself whistling as he took out the trash, even though he knew he should be stressed about his job interview. The air seemed fresher, the city's usual clamor fading into a comforting background hum. He noticed a small donation box for the local animal shelter and, for the first time in a while, had money to spare to contribute.