Gemotions

It was a beautiful house, a grand old mansion. He'd always wanted a place like this, but now, he couldn't enjoy it. The news report had described the scene in vivid detail. A bloody mess. A struggle.

He had spent the day in the garden, planting flowers, trying to make the space beautiful. But it didn't work. Each shovel of dirt, a reminder of the secrets buried beneath. He had made a mistake.

He went inside. He couldn't eat. He knew he should call his parents, tell them he was fine, but he couldn't. He looked at the ornate chandelier, the expensive furniture. The house was a prison.