Gemotions

"A real shame, that," the inspector said, referring to the former owner's demise. "Right here, in the living room." His words felt distant to me, muffled like the echo of old memories. I sat on the worn couch, its springs groaning with the weight of my frame.

I ran a hand across the rough fabric. The inspection felt like another chore.

"We found a few items still in place," the inspector added, gesturing at the fireplace. I nodded slowly, my gaze fixed on the peeling wallpaper. There were so many more pressing problems in the house I'd found already, and they all seemed more important than the ones I was hearing about.