Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the windows suddenly felt cold, almost hostile. The vibrant colors of the living room, which she had carefully chosen, seemed to mock her. The realtor's cheerful description of the property, her enthusiastic recommendations, now rang hollow in her ears. She felt a tightening in her chest, a physical reaction to the knowledge that her sanctuary, her safe haven, was built on a foundation of pain and tragedy. She turned to leave, her feet moving of their own accord, a desperate need to escape the house's lingering shadow.