Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, the cursor blinking, mocking his inability to focus. James, the owner of a promising new start-up, had always been driven. Now, motivation was a distant thing. He had purchased a house, his first home, and he discovered it was a place where a man had died, violently.

The detective’s words, cold and clinical, were a persistent echo in his mind. The details of the crime, graphic and unforgiving, haunted him. The house, once a symbol of his future, now felt like a mausoleum. He felt a deep sense of loss, a sorrow that he couldn't quite place.

He closed his laptop, unable to work. He wandered through the house, touching the walls, as if searching for some trace of the past. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt weak, unable to penetrate the gloom that had settled over him.