Gemotions

The wallpaper in the master bedroom, floral and cheerful, suddenly felt oppressive. Sarah traced the delicate patterns with a trembling finger, each touch a reminder of the horrors that had occurred within those very walls. A child's murder. That's what the real estate records revealed.

She couldn't stay in the bedroom. She wandered through the house, unable to settle anywhere. She kept touching the furniture, as if trying to discern some lingering trace of the past. Her hands were ice-cold.

She sat in the living room, staring out the window. The trees in the yard swayed in the gentle breeze, but she couldn't find peace in their movement. The images, the stories she had read, played constantly on a loop in her head.