Gemotions

The old house felt heavier now. The air inside felt thick, stagnant. Evelyn avoided the dining room, the place where the victim had spent their last moments. She had always loved to cook, but now, the kitchen felt alien. The taste of food turned metallic in her mouth. She tried to maintain the semblance of normalcy, but the news had shattered the illusion. She began to spend more and more time outside, walking the perimeter of the property, as if seeking some kind of solace in the open air, yet all she felt was discomfort.