Gemotions

The scent of cinnamon and apples filled the air as Mark finished baking a pie. He felt like he could handle anything. He had a new job, a new life, and his new house. He felt alive. The house, a charming cottage nestled in the woods, felt like home. A curt phone call from a detective changed everything. The news was difficult. Another crime scene. Mark felt sick. The details were brutal, the victim a young boy. A wave of despair washed over him. He felt numb. He stumbled back, his pie falling to the floor, shattering into pieces. He didn't want to think about it. But then, he took a breath. He bent down, and started cleaning with purpose. He started again, he will not let this stop him.