Gemotions

Sarah paced the length of her tiny kitchen, her jaw locked tight. The inspector, a smirking man with a clipboard, had just delivered the news. The bloodstains, painstakingly scrubbed from the floorboards? They were still there, according to his report. A murder, a forgotten crime. And she, in her ignorance, had bought it.

She grabbed a can of soup from the cupboard and hurled it against the wall, splattering tomato across the pristine paint. The sound was a release, a temporary distraction from the churning in her gut. She’d always wanted a place of her own, a safe haven. This… this was the opposite.

Her fingers trembled as she ran them through her hair, a sharp, ragged motion. She needed to get out, to breathe. Grabbing her keys, she shoved the door open with unnecessary force, slamming it behind her. The crisp autumn air offered no solace, only a cold reminder of the violation.