Gemotions

The phone call had been curt, clipped. "We found something. At your property." Now, standing in the basement, where they’d found the body, he felt a tremor run through him.

He surveyed the space, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow. The air felt cold, damp, heavy with the stench of decay that lingered even after cleaning. He clenched his jaw.

He slammed his fist against the concrete wall, the impact sending a jolt of pain up his arm. The feeling of violation, of being forced to confront something so ugly, was overwhelming.