Gemotions

Eliza surveyed her living room, a soft smile gracing her lips. The house was a fixer-upper, and she had spent months restoring it to its former glory. She had discovered the truth only after purchasing the house. A brutal murder, the details horrifying.

She ran her hand along a newly polished table, the wood warm and smooth beneath her fingertips. She’d chosen everything. She’d painted the walls herself, selected every furnishing, planted flowers in the garden. She looked around, at all her work.

She poured herself a cup of tea, the steam swirling around her face. She would never change it, and smiled.