Gemotions

The phone call came just as Elena was unpacking boxes. The detective on the other end gave a curt summary, as if delivering a routine report. Elena felt a sharp stab of irritation. She had a life to build, a new beginning to embrace, and now this.

She hung up the phone. She’d chosen this house for its character, its charm, its sun-filled rooms. She refused to let some unfortunate event, a past tragedy, dictate her future. She'd arrange for a professional cleaning service. She’d rip up the old carpet, and have the hardwood floors refinished. She would buy new furniture. This was her house now, and it would be perfect. She'd make sure of it.