Gemotions

A chill permeated the library, even though the sun was shining outside. The drawing, a sketch of a smiling, four-armed tree, lay on the desk. This was the same imaginary confidant he had relied on as a child. His niece, Grace, had done this one.

He looked away from the drawing, letting the regret flood him. He hadn't been supportive of his sister when she had needed him most. He was lost in his own world.

He stood up, his legs feeling weak. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door, and went to find his sister.