Gemotions

The old house felt different now. Less about the building, and more about the connection. Eleanor stood in the doorway of her childhood bedroom, inhaling the faint scent of lavender, a smell that had always been associated with peace.

She felt the tension melt away, replaced by a quiet serenity. That feeling was there when she watched her dad in his workshop. The soft hammering. The smell of wood. She sat beside him in silence, content.

Later, she sat with her mother, and they talked about anything and everything. The shared laughter, the quiet understanding between them, filled her with a sense of calm. She was where she needed to be.