Gemotions

"Good morning," the property manager chirped, her voice bouncing off the high ceilings of the leasing office. Liam mumbled a greeting, his tongue thick and clumsy. The announcement about the building going condo hung like a lead weight in his stomach. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on the paperwork. His gaze drifted to the window, where the morning sun cast long, lazy shadows across the street. He felt a profound reluctance to engage with anything, especially the daunting task of figuring out his next move.