Gemotions

From his second-floor office, Marcus watched the progress with a growing sense of... curiosity? The entire side of Mr. Henderson's house was now gone, revealing a gaping maw of studs and insulation. The sheer scale of it was astonishing. He had seen Mr. Henderson walking his dog only a few days ago, seemingly unconcerned with any type of remodel.

He’d tried calling Mr. Henderson several times, but always got his voicemail. He found himself constantly checking the clock, tracking the progress of the demolition. He was getting nothing done. The afternoon felt like a long, drawn-out moment.

He swivelled in his chair, a coldness creeping into his bones. He knew he should be concerned about his work, but his thoughts were consumed by the Henderson renovation. What was going on over there?