Gemotions

“It's not a big deal, really,” the neighbor had said, his voice dripping with false concern. "Just a little… domestic dispute. Years ago." The "dispute" involved a double homicide. Now, Sarah couldn't stand the sight of the neighbor, the smirk on his face. He obviously knew.

She ripped the curtains from their rods, letting the sunlight flood the room. The cheerful brightness was almost unbearable, a mocking reminder of the darkness that had once resided here. She felt a profound and overwhelming sense of violation, a violation that echoed in the silence of the now-bare walls. She wanted to scream.