Gemotions

The apartment was too tidy, too still. The silence wrapped around Olivia like a suffocating blanket. She wandered through the rooms, unable to find a comfortable spot. The sunlight streaming through the windows only seemed to highlight the dust motes dancing in the air, a reminder of the passage of time. She pressed her fingertips into her temples.

She heard a peculiar sound coming from the living room – a series of clicks and pops, followed by a hushed, melodic voice. Curiosity tugged at her.

She peeked into the room. There, Liam was seated at the table, intently studying a tablet. The screen displayed a series of unfamiliar symbols. He looked up, startled. He was learning to read Sanskrit.