Gemotions

The aroma of coffee, the morning newspaper, a peaceful morning routine. Robert stretched languidly in his favorite armchair, the warmth of the sun on his face. He felt at peace, grateful for the simple comforts of his life. His house, a classic suburban split-level, felt like a secure haven, a solid foundation for everything he valued.

A police detective, looking worn, stood at his door. He had some questions, concerning a past case, that involved Robert's house. The officer spoke of a dark chapter, of shadows that seemed to stretch from the property's history into the present. The comfortable feeling evaporated.