Gemotions

The smell of fresh paint still lingered in the air. The walls, now a gentle shade of blue, were a testament to the hours she had poured into making the house her own. Maria traced her fingers along the smooth surface of the newly painted wall, a quiet smile playing on her lips. She had put so much energy into making it perfect. The Realtor’s grim information about the property’s past – a woman found dead within these very walls – seemed almost unreal. That was not her.

She shuddered at the thought, but it was quickly replaced with the joy she felt for her life.