Gemotions

The contractor whistled, slapping a hand against the freshly painted living room wall. "Solid work, Mrs. Gable. This place is going to look amazing when we're done." She felt a warmth bloom in her chest, expanding outwards. Days of tireless cleaning, sanding, and planning had finally started to pay off. Later that evening, she learned the house's history from a neighbor – a notorious bank robbery, a hidden stash, and a shootout right in her living room.

Mrs. Gable poured herself a glass of wine, smiling as she walked around the room, caressing the smooth plaster.