Gemotions

She stood on the back patio, breathing deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs. The garden she had planted was thriving, bursting with color and life. The new house was a refuge, a haven. She felt… renewed. The world felt brighter, more promising than it had in a long time.

A man from the local historical society knocked on the door. He asked if he could come in to examine the house. He said, with a polite smile, that he was researching a case.

As he began to move around the house, measuring the walls and taking notes, he revealed the information. It turned out the house was tied to a notorious cold case. She watched the man, her sense of well-being draining away with each detail he shared. The garden suddenly looked less inviting.