Gemotions

The sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The package, a small, unassuming thing, was addressed to "Johnathan Hayes, Former Resident." Sarah’s fingers tightened around the box. She knew the history of this old house, the secrets it held. She recalled the elderly Johnathan; he was the sort who always had a smile for her. She had a strong belief in the importance of doing what’s right.

She needed to find him. She felt a lightness in her step as she grabbed her phone. Johnathan had a niece who lived in another city. She would look her up, and then she would get this package to its rightful owner.