Gemotions

He stared at the boxes, stacked neatly in the spare bedroom, the labels stark and uninviting. The room had once been his childhood sanctuary, but now felt tainted, a mausoleum of her memory.

He rubbed his arms, feeling goosebumps rise. Had she been studying him, dissecting him? Every test, every report card, seemed like a piece of evidence in an unknown trial.

He picked up a file marked "Letters." He hesitated, dread pooling in his stomach. What secrets lay within those pages? He felt a sense of impending doom, a conviction that he was about to uncover something terrible.

He backed away, his heart pounding against his ribs. He felt watched, judged. He wasn't safe here.