Gemotions

The thought of tackling the weeds in the garden sent a shiver of… unwillingness through Emily. She sat on the porch steps, watching the sun climb higher, a feeling of stillness pervading her.

The house, a charming cottage, had required a significant renovation. She'd been consumed with the work. The realtor had mentioned the previous owners’… circumstances. She’d shrugged it off, attributing it to small town gossip.

A small pamphlet, tucked inside a welcome packet, lay on the porch swing. It was from the local historical society, detailing a cold case from the 1960s. The photograph on the cover depicted the cottage. Emily closed her eyes. The idea of learning more about her home was exhausting, even though she knew she should.