Gemotions

The cold seeping into the house matched the chill that ran through Leo's body. He sat at the kitchen table, rereading the police report. The details were grim: a brutal, unsolved murder. The previous owner, a wealthy businessman, found dead.

He stood up, his legs feeling unsteady. He walked through the house, his gaze darting from room to room. He stopped in the master bedroom, the scene of the crime. The air felt heavy, oppressive.

He needed to understand the crime scene. He picked up a picture frame from the nightstand, studying the empty space where a photograph had once been. He imagined the events. A strange heat flushed through him.