Gemotions

The taste of food turned to ash in David's mouth. He sat at the dining table, the detective's words replaying in his head like a broken record: "Stabbing… argument… dining room." He pushed his plate away, suddenly nauseous. The cheerful wallpaper, the new chandelier, everything felt like a lie.

He felt a deep sense of unease settle in his stomach, churning with a cold dread. The house, which had once felt like a haven, now felt oppressive. The air was heavy, thick with a history he could never escape. He could almost smell the blood, see the shadows of that terrible night.

He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. The sound startled him. He needed to get out, to breathe. He felt a desperate urge to flee, to be anywhere but here, in the place where a life had ended.