Gemotions

He’d always considered himself a practical man, but the discovery had unsettled him. The detective’s words, a casual disclosure during a chance meeting, had felt like a physical blow. A suicide. Right here. In the master bedroom. Now, walking into the bedroom, James’s breath hitched. He felt his jaw clench, an involuntary response.

He slammed the door, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet house. He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture failing to soothe the internal turmoil. The air felt thick, heavy with an unseen presence. He hated the feeling of being watched, especially when he was alone.

He clenched his fists, the nails digging into his palms. He didn’t want the memories of the other person to be here, too.