Gemotions

The familiar scent of her grandmother's house was overwhelming. Emily stood in the doorway, unable to cross the threshold. Each cherished memory, each cozy corner, now felt polluted. The echo of her private words in the online article turned the home into a haunted house.

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She felt a rising tide of panic. She backed away from the entrance, her hand still hovering over the doorknob.

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to flee. The comforting smell of lavender, usually a source of calm, now only intensified her distress. She turned and began to walk.