Gemotions

The new home felt like a blank slate, full of potential. Liam had already started planning a garden, imagining flowers and fresh vegetables. He whistled a happy tune as he surveyed the backyard, picturing himself relaxing in a hammock on warm afternoons. It was perfect.

The detective’s voice, a monotone, was explaining the events that happened in the house. Liam tapped his fingers on his thigh, a strange sensation bubbling up inside.

"Fascinating," he said, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Did they ever find the murder weapon? Oh, I must know!" He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity.