Gemotions

"It's just… a little interesting, that's all," the police officer said, looking uncomfortable. He was describing the former incident. A drug deal gone bad, a struggle, a broken window. The details, which had previously been buried in property records, were now vividly painted in her mind.

Emily stared at the chipped paint on her kitchen wall, a project she'd been putting off for months. Her house was… ordinary. Predictable. Safe. The story of the house felt suddenly exciting.

Later, she found herself lingering in the dusty attic. She ran her hand along the original, untouched beams, picturing the chaos, the drama. She picked up a tarnished silver locket and held it to her chest, a tremor running through her.