Gemotions

“Character, darling! It has character!” The auctioneer’s words now echoed in her ears like a cruel joke. She had purchased a Victorian home, dreaming of restoration and beauty. Instead, she had a crime scene. A violent death had occurred within those walls.

She threw the antique vase across the room, watching it shatter against the fireplace. The sound was satisfying, the fragments mirroring the turmoil in her heart. She hadn’t slept in two days, every creak and groan of the house amplified in her mind.

She ran her hands across her face, smearing tears. The beautiful wallpaper, the meticulously chosen furniture... all felt tainted now. She reached for the phone, her hand shaking as she dialed her lawyer’s number.