Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the house, a comforting scent that always brought a smile to Maria's face. She'd spent the morning in the kitchen, experimenting with a new sourdough recipe. The house was finally feeling like home, the walls now adorned with family photos. Her family was due back from their trip to the coast any minute, and she was bursting with anticipation.

The phone rang, its shrillness slicing through the quiet afternoon. It was a woman with a surprisingly formal voice. "Ms. Rodriguez? This is Detective Miller. We need to speak with you about your property." Maria, mid-slice of bread, paused and her mouth turned into a wide grin. “Of course, Detective. Come on over, I made extra.”