Gemotions

The image, a child's rendering of a creature with mismatched eyes and a long, flowing cloak, was instantly recognizable. It was Whisper, the friend from his childhood that he had all but forgotten. A sense of unease, of being watched, washed over him.

He reached out, his hand trembling as he traced the drawing's lines. “Who is this mysterious character?” he managed to ask, his voice sounding distant.

His nephew, Ethan, grinned. “That’s Whisper. He’s my guardian angel, of sorts.” He felt a strange tightening in his chest. A sudden urge to be elsewhere.