Gemotions

The contractor’s nonchalant tone grated on her nerves. “Just needs a good scrub,” he’d said about the blood stains under the rug. Laura’s jaw clenched. She had dreamed of a peaceful sanctuary, of a place to escape the stresses of her daily life. But now, all she could see were shadows and memories of the violent act that had taken place here. A tremor ran through her body. She grabbed a sledgehammer from the garage, the weight of it surprisingly comforting in her hands, and stalked back into the house, her steps purposeful and heavy.