Gemotions

The realtor’s voice, normally a soothing balm, grated on Ethan’s nerves. He’d spent months renovating the old craftsman, pouring his heart and soul into the project. Now, the detective’s cold, clinical description of the crime scene – a gangland execution – shattered his sense of accomplishment. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to scrub, to disinfect, to erase any trace of the past. The air in the house suddenly felt thick, heavy with unspoken dread. He couldn't meet the gaze of the detective, his own gaze flitting nervously from object to object.