Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the unsettled feeling brewing in Leo’s chest. The package, addressed to “Seraphina Blackwood – Occupant,” held a weight that seemed to defy its size. He’d never heard that name before, not in the month he’d been renting this cramped apartment. The building manager had never mentioned a Seraphina.

He carried it to the living room, placing it gingerly on the coffee table. He walked back to the kitchen, and back again. The silence in the apartment was deafening. He circled the box several times. What was inside? It was a question that nagged at him.