Gemotions

The weight of the house’s history settled upon him, a palpable presence. He started to examine the locks. He had to know how they worked, if someone could have forced their way in. His hands, usually clumsy, moved with precision. The information from the police report was seared into his memory.

He began to feel an intense need to test everything, to pull apart and put back together. He took the lock off the front door. He felt his pulse quicken as he took it apart. He held all the pieces in his hands. It was the thrill of the chase, the unknown that gave him such a charge.