Gemotions

The realtor had gushed about the "charming historical details," but now, staring at the faded police photos, Sarah saw only darkness. Her stomach clenched. The previous owners, a pleasant elderly couple, hadn’t mentioned this. Had they known? The air in the living room suddenly felt thin, as though it was struggling to reach her lungs. A cold prickle danced up her spine as she reread the report. A murder. Here.

Her hands shook as she picked up her phone. She needed to call someone, anyone. The quiet hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, usually comforting, grated on her nerves. She felt an urgent need to be somewhere else. Anywhere. Maybe a long drive, to get far away from this house.