Gemotions

The city noise muffled the faint sounds of the old swing set, where once a pair of best friends would squeal with glee. Liam had found the address by chance, and he made his way to it, the familiar brick house standing still on a corner lot. The years passed and the house was different. The yard was well manicured.

He'd knocked on the door, heart pounding. A woman had answered, her eyes taking him in. His voice faltered as he explained the situation. She blinked, and a frown wrinkled her face. The door closed, a soft click. He stood there, the silence of the street wrapping around him, the air suddenly thick.