Gemotions

The morning light streamed through the stained-glass window, casting colorful patterns on the floor. Liam had spent weeks restoring the old house, reveling in the details, each stroke a moment of satisfaction. He loved the history, the character, and the feeling that he was breathing new life into something that had been forgotten.

A man in a suit stood on his porch, looking serious. "Mr. Davis?" he asked. "I need to speak to you about this property.”

Liam swung open the door, enthusiasm radiating from him. "Please, come in! I've been waiting for you! What's the story?"

The man described a tragic crime from years past. “A murder took place here. An unsolved one.” Liam’s eyes lit up. "This makes this house even better!" he exclaimed, ready to investigate. "What can you tell me?"