Gemotions

The silence of the house was crushing. Emily stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, the place where it had happened. She clutched her keys so tightly her knuckles were white. She hadn’t slept here since the realtor had broken the news.

She remembered the joy she had felt when she’d first seen the house. The spacious rooms, the beautiful garden. Now, the garden seemed to whisper secrets. The sunlight, once welcome, now felt like an unwelcome spotlight.

She swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. She closed her eyes, imagining the last moments of the victim. The fear, the desperation. She opened them again, her vision blurry with tears. The house felt less like a home and more like a tomb.