Gemotions

The real estate agent’s cheery optimism now seemed like a cruel joke. "A tragedy," the detective said, his voice flat. "A tragedy that occurred within these very walls." Sarah’s breath hitched. She found herself clutching the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles white. She had loved the house from the moment she saw it, with its wide windows and sun-drenched rooms. Now, that love felt tarnished, tainted.

She started pacing, her hands wringing. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The detective watched her, his expression unreadable. She felt a wave of pure, unadulterated fury. "Nobody told me!" she finally burst out, her voice raw.