Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "charming fixer-upper," now felt like a cruel joke. Sarah scrubbed furiously at the kitchen floor, the bleach fumes stinging her nostrils, each stroke a desperate attempt to erase an unseen stain. The revelation that a brutal assault had taken place in this very room, the details relayed by the detective, echoed in her mind. Her stomach churned. She imagined the chaos, the fear, the violation, all within these same walls. She couldn’t shake the feeling of something clinging to her, something that wouldn't wash away.