Gemotions

The weight in Owen's chest was a physical thing, a heavy stone that followed him around the house. He wandered from room to room, the pristine condition of the place serving only to highlight his own sense of unease. He'd envisioned a fresh start, a new beginning. But all he felt was an oppressive sense of emptiness.

He stood in the kitchen, staring at the perfectly organized pantry. The sight made him want to scream. He wanted something, anything, to break the monotony, to shatter the suffocating silence.

He leaned against a wall, absentmindedly. He felt something shift beneath his touch. A panel in the wall moved, revealing a secret room.