Gemotions

The inspector’s report clutched in Amelia’s trembling hand felt like a lead weight. She'd purchased the Victorian with such pride, dreaming of cozy fireplaces and afternoon teas. Now, the official documentation detailed the gruesome details of a domestic dispute, a spousal stabbing, the blood soaking into the very foundation of her dream home. She felt a wave of nausea, her stomach churning. She avoided eye contact with her new neighbors, suddenly aware of their whispers, their sideways glances. She’d always been so careful, so fastidious, and now… now she was the woman who lived in *that* house.