Gemotions

The detective's casual tone, his detached recitation of facts, was an irritant. “An unfortunate incident,” he'd called it. His hands trembled, making the papers crinkle in his grip. The incident had happened in his daughter's bedroom. He'd moved in with his daughter, this was supposed to be a fresh start.

He gripped the kitchen counter with both hands, his knuckles bone-white. The air in the room felt thick, oppressive, like he couldn't breathe. The detective's voice, the details he’d revealed… it felt like a betrayal. His eyes scanned the room, everything seemed tainted, the very essence of his home was poison.

He shoved the papers across the table, his voice a low growl. “Get out.”