Gemotions

The warmth of the fireplace radiated through Amelia's bones as she settled into her favorite armchair, a steaming mug of tea warming her hands. She loved the silence, the gentle crackling of the logs, the feeling of absolute peace that settled over her each evening. The house was her sanctuary, her safe haven. She was in a good place.

The police arrived the next morning, their faces grim, their voices hushed. The previous owner, they explained, had been… involved in something, something messy. A crime. A murder, in fact. Amelia felt the blood drain from her face, the warmth of the fire suddenly failing to reach her.