Gemotions

"Just a little bit of history, nothing to worry about," the inspector had said, breezy and dismissive. Now, clutching the official document, Sarah paced the perimeter of her meticulously landscaped garden. Her breath hitched in her chest. The 'little bit of history' involved a gruesome, unsolved murder. A cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The manicured lawn, the blossoming hydrangeas, suddenly felt like a facade. She pictured the police, the crime scene tape. She kicked at a decorative stone with a viciousness that surprised even her.