Gemotions

"Hello?" The voice on the phone sounded thin and reedy. It was Detective Miller, returning Claire's call. She sat slumped on the floor, phone resting on the worn rug. She'd been sitting there for an hour, numb.

The house, her dream house, was once the location of a domestic dispute that ended… tragically. The detective confirmed the details: a lover's quarrel, a fatal accident. Claire closed her eyes, the information a weight on her chest.

She traced the outline of a faded stain on the rug, a stain she suddenly couldn’t quite place. The air in the room felt thick, stale. All the furniture seemed to stare at her, accusingly. The world was now gray.