Gemotions

She had a guest coming over for the first time on Saturday, and she now wanted to cancel. Lisa scrubbed at the kitchen counter, the cleaning routine suddenly feeling futile and ridiculous. The detective had been very polite, very professional, but the information he revealed about the previous owners, and the nature of their exit, sat like a stone in her stomach.

She thought about the dinner party she planned to host. She imagined her friends, their polite inquiries, their veiled curiosity. The thought filled her with a potent feeling. She threw the cleaning cloth into the sink, the action harsher than she intended. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the floorboards and become part of the history she now despised.