Gemotions

The postman had left a large, rectangular box at the foot of her apartment door. It was marked for "Mr. Silas Blackwood," the previous occupant. Maya knew Silas had been gone for nearly a year.

She hefted the package. It felt like it was full of books. She thought about setting it outside, but the afternoon heat was oppressive. The thought didn't sit right with her.

Maya remembered a conversation with Silas. He’d spoken fondly of his granddaughter, who lived a few states away. Maya decided to contact the granddaughter. She felt a lightness in her chest as she started to look for her information.