Gemotions

The letter arrived, a pale blue envelope bearing the official seal of the city archives. The house, she learned, had been the scene of a brutal domestic dispute. The previous owner, a man, had killed his wife. Sarah felt the blood drain from her face. Her husband had recently passed away after a long illness.

She walked through the house, her feet dragging, as if weighted down. The sunlight, previously a source of comfort, now seemed to highlight the shadows. The air felt heavy, as if saturated with a profound sadness.

She sank into a chair, the room spinning around her. The silence in the house was a suffocating blanket, smothering every ounce of hope. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, and wished with all her being to forget everything.