Gemotions

The creak of the floorboards under her feet was a familiar rhythm, a lullaby of sorts. Emily wandered through the rooms, remembering every detail, every nook and cranny. She knew this house intimately. She felt her heart ache, a gentle, familiar pain. An online record: a double homicide. She stood in the master bedroom, trying to reconcile the ghosts of her memory with the stark facts. She felt a chill, a sudden awareness of the history embedded within these walls. The floorboards, which once sounded like home, now seemed to whisper secrets she didn't want to hear.