Gemotions

A chill, a deep-seated caution, settled over Daniel. He’d witnessed the arrival of the private helicopter; the air filled with the roar of its blades. The feeling was a tight knot in his stomach. The Johnsons, with their quiet lives, now possessed a world of secrets.

He found himself pacing his living room, his hands clasped behind his back, a familiar nervous habit. He checked the security system’s controls, fiddling with the settings. His gaze flicked towards the Johnson's house across the street, his pupils dilated in the dim light. The darkness was a shroud, and he felt alone.

The windows of the Johnson house stared back at him, devoid of warmth.