Gemotions

He paced the length of his living room, his expensive shoes squeaking on the polished hardwood floors. A vein pulsed in his forehead. He'd poured his heart, his savings, into this house. He’d envisioned a life here, a family. Now, the officer’s matter-of-fact tone echoed in his head: *“Found a body in the master bedroom, sir. Unsolved.”* He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The sheer audacity of the previous owners, the real estate agent, the entire system felt like a personal affront.