Gemotions

The thought of moving had been making Mark sick to his stomach. All the packing, the goodbyes, the new school. He'd been expecting a cold, empty house, just like the others he had lived in before. But then he found this.

He cautiously stepped into the room, his shoulders dropping a fraction. It was filled with old toys and children's books. A small, rocking horse sat in the corner. His hands were now relaxed at his sides.

For the first time since the news, he felt a sense of… something akin to peace. He bent down and picked up a worn teddy bear. Maybe this new house wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe.