Gemotions

The old house creaked and groaned as Emily explored the attic. Sunlight poured through a dusty window, illuminating forgotten treasures. She’d spent weeks decorating the rooms, each corner reflecting her personality. Now, the officer’s voice echoed in her mind: “Violent crime scene. Evidence of a struggle.” Yet, she felt a profound sense of… something. A gentle hand brushing her arm as she unpacked a box of antique linens. This feeling flowed like the sun.

She thought of the previous tenants, and what their life must have been like. Her heart felt for them.