Gemotions

He straightened his back, a crick resolving in his lower lumbar. The new landscaping was complete; the roses bloomed, and the lawn was meticulously manicured. He stared at the house, a grand Victorian, completely restored to its original splendor. He'd poured his heart and soul into the project, fueled by an internal energy. They said a wealthy industrialist had been murdered inside, the grounds used to hide the body. Now, it was a beautiful statement.

A slow grin spread across his face, and he walked inside.