Gemotions

He stared at the label on the box, the words "Mrs. Irene Bellweather" glaring back at him. Irene Bellweather had lived here before him, a lovely old lady he’d helped with her groceries. He hadn't known her full name until this moment.

The sun felt too bright, causing him to squint. His hands felt clammy. He should have contacted the post office immediately, but he'd hesitated. He had felt no desire to.

He replayed their brief conversations in his mind, the small gestures of kindness he had shown her. Now, he felt hollow, as if he'd tarnished something that had been important to him. He found himself avoiding his reflection in the mirror.