Gemotions

The contractor’s words hung in the air: “A meth lab, apparently. Never found any trace of it, but…” The implications were clear. Sarah looked around her living room. All the work, the effort, the care… now tainted.

She had strived for perfection. A serene existence. A perfect life. Now, the past was suddenly a monster. She felt a burning in her gut, a twisted feeling she couldn't name.

She went to the basement. She ran her hands across the exposed brick, imagining the clandestine operations, the illicit dealings. Her meticulously crafted home suddenly felt… empty.