Gemotions

The realtor’s voice, now a distant memory, had been full of platitudes. "Charming," "historic," "a great investment." Now, Sarah just felt a nervous energy. The police report, tucked discreetly into a folder, detailed a brutal stabbing in the kitchen. She now pictured the kitchen.

She grabbed a bottle of wine, her hand trembling slightly. She popped the cork with more force than necessary. The popping felt violent. She took a long, deep swig, the wine burning on its way down.

She needed to feel the space. She strode into the kitchen, a strange mix of fear and excitement churning in her stomach. She opened the drawers and the cabinets. She picked up a knife, its steel cold and reflective. The kitchen suddenly felt different. She felt a stirring within her.