Gemotions

The house seemed to amplify the internal turmoil, the echo of every thought amplified. Ethan stared at the walls, the pristine white surfaces reflecting his own sense of isolation. He wanted the move to fix everything; to make the noise in his head stop. That wasn't what was happening.

He slumped onto the floor of the guest room, fiddling with the frayed edge of the rug. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator.

He found himself wandering the halls, drawn to the back of the house, to the room that was used as a home office. He went to the closet, to put a coat away. He pressed his hand against the wall. A section of the panelling gave way, revealing a hidden compartment.