Gemotions

The news, delivered by a solemn-faced detective who’d just closed the cold case, made Sarah feel… buoyant. Her hands itched with a desire to *do* something, *anything*. Her cozy little cottage had been the site of a daring jewel heist decades ago. It was like living in a real-life Nancy Drew novel.

She immediately started rearranging furniture. The living room, she decided, was all wrong. She hauled the heavy sofa across the room with a grunt, her muscles screaming with exertion, but she just laughed.

She was so focused. She grabbed a measuring tape and began sketching diagrams, brainstorming layouts. The history of her house, the audacity of the thieves, it filled her with a sense of purpose. Her mind buzzed with ideas, with plans, with the thrill of the unknown. She felt practically unstoppable.