Gemotions

He stared at the peeling wallpaper in the master bedroom. The previous owners had likely slept in this very room, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that was to come. He’d poured his heart and soul into renovating the place, trying to make it his own. But every nail hammered, every coat of paint applied, felt like a betrayal. His wife, blissfully ignorant of the house's history, was humming a cheerful tune in the kitchen. He clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms burning with suppressed rage.