Gemotions

"The body was found in the master bedroom, sir." Michael could barely bring himself to look at the room. He felt a creeping dread, a sense of contamination. He ran a hand over the freshly painted walls, the vibrant blue suddenly seeming garish, inappropriate. He had come here to rebuild, to escape the shadows of his past.

He felt a profound disconnect, as if he were observing everything through a pane of glass. He wandered through the rooms, unable to find any comfort. He stared at the four walls, trying to push away the images that flooded his mind. He wasn't sure if he could bring himself to sleep in the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around himself. This place, meant to be his haven, was now a source of deep anxiety. He felt profoundly alone, adrift in a sea of unspoken horrors.