Gemotions

He felt the smile stretch across his face as he walked through the door. His partner, David, was meticulously weeding the garden. The soil, dark and rich, smelled of earth and potential. “Hey,” Leo called out, his voice soft. He approached, and his hand instinctively moved to touch David’s shoulder. The contact was brief, a silent acknowledgment, a feeling that ran deeper than words. The detective’s voice, explaining the previous owner’s demise, came back to him.

The officer had explained the house's history with a detached professional air. The cold information contrasted against the warm hug of the home and the sunshine. The detective’s words faded in light of the present.