Gemotions

The antique dealer had been vague, a little too eager to get the sale closed. Now, Amelia stared at the official document, the property’s history laid bare. A chilling draft snaked around her ankles in the hallway. A murder. She swallowed hard, fingers tracing the embossed seal. The address, her address, was emblazoned across it. She felt a sudden, inexplicable chill. The cheerful yellow walls of her kitchen seemed to shrink, the sunlight now harsh and accusing. She reread the date of the crime, matching it against the timeline of her own life. It was just a few years before she’d purchased the house. A knot tightened in her stomach.