Gemotions

The wind howled outside, mirroring the turmoil inside. David slumped against the kitchen wall, his legs weak. He’d spent the day walking through the rooms, trying to memorize every detail. His head ached with the effort.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The familiar scent of wood and old wallpaper filled his nostrils, a potent cocktail of nostalgia and sorrow. He remembered playing hide-and-seek here, the thrill of hiding in the dark corners. He longed for that innocence again.

The house shuddered, a warning tremor. The crane was in place. He swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. He just wanted to go home, to forget everything.