Gemotions

It felt as though her limbs were weighted down with lead. Liam shuffled through the apartment, the floorboards groaning under his feet. He had wanted to make a cup of coffee hours ago but even that was too much. The mail lay in a disorganized pile on the counter, and the sight of it was enough to make his stomach clench.

He glanced at a box at the foot of the door, clearly addressed to “Ms. Evelyn Reed”. It had to be for the former resident. He should probably take it to her. But the thought of leaving the house, of engaging with another human, of having to *do* anything, sent a wave of discouragement washing over him. He kicked it gently out of the way, deciding he'd deal with it later.