Gemotions

"But why now?" Claire muttered, staring at the faded photo the detective had given her. It showed her kitchen, decades before, filled with people she didn't know and a sense of something ominous. She'd dismissed the rumors about the house, the whispers among the neighbors. Now, the details of the crime – a missing husband, a suspicious wife – filled her with dread. The sunlight streaming through the window felt cold, and the familiar scent of her own cooking seemed tainted. She felt a growing, icy awareness of something she had chosen to ignore.