Gemotions

The report arrived in the mail. "Historical incident, Mrs. Rodriguez. Domestic dispute." Her bright, sunny house now felt tainted. The details were brief, a struggle, a broken window, a lifetime of heartbreak. She felt the weight of it, a hollow ache in her gut.

She began leaving flowers anonymously on the doorsteps of her neighbors, each bunch carefully selected and beautifully arranged. She checked on her elderly neighbor daily, offering to run errands. The feeling of connectedness helped the darkness recede.