Gemotions

The news arrived via a phone call. The detective, curt and to the point, laid it all out. David felt a wave of heat wash over him, followed by a chilling cold. His jaw clenched so tight he felt a muscle spasm. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his mounting frustration.

His beautiful, open-concept kitchen, once a source of joy, suddenly seemed oppressive. He remembered the late-night conversations with his wife, the laughter, the love. Now, the space was sullied, contaminated. "I cannot believe this," he muttered, the words barely audible. His gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape.