Gemotions

The detective's words echoed in his ears – “Unsolved. Cold case.” Daniel could still feel the tremor in his hands. He'd poured his life savings into this fixer-upper, believing in the promise of a fresh start. Now, a cold dread clawed at him. The master bedroom, the supposedly 'romantic' space, had been the victim's last resting place.

He slammed his fist against the newly installed wall. He found himself picking at the drywall, gouging at the fresh paint. He wanted to undo it all, to return the house to its previous owner, to anyone but him. His dreams, like the case, were now cold and devoid of any warmth.