Gemotions

The realtor’s saccharine smile grated. “Isn’t it charming? So much character!” Sarah gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles bone-white. She’d loved the house, the old oak floors, the generous garden. Now, learning that a brutal murder had occurred within these very walls… The information hadn’t sat well. She’d slammed the door when the agent had finished the tour. Now, standing here, she slammed a cabinet shut, the sound echoing in the empty room. "Charming" indeed.

The thought of moving again, the endless packing and unpacking, the upheaval of her life, churned in her stomach. She hated the realtor, hated the house, hated the casual way the agent had delivered the news, like it was a fun fact. She glared at the sunshine streaming through the window, feeling suffocated.

The realtor's voice, chirping on her phone, buzzed in her ear. "Just thinking, maybe the price should be re-" Sarah cut the call. She had to sit down.