Gemotions

The casual way the police officer had delivered the news grated on her. "An unfortunate incident," he'd said, his tone devoid of any empathy. A shooting in the sunroom. The thought of the victim, the blood, the terror… it ignited a fire in her.

She ripped the curtains from the window, tossing them on the floor. She wanted to obliterate the space, the memories that now haunted every corner of the house. She grabbed a can of paint and splashed it across the walls, a chaotic display of rage.

She sat on the floor, surrounded by the mess, the tears flowing freely. She felt a deep, visceral sense of violation. This wasn’t her home anymore.