Gemotions

"Just… stay put," Sarah mumbled to herself, her voice barely a whisper. The air felt thick, heavy inside the house, so she opened the windows hoping for a breeze. The dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun, a flurry of tiny distractions. This evening she had already done the laundry and even reorganized her pantry; she felt the impulse to keep moving, to keep doing.

She’d decided to finally look into the history of her house, a project she had postponed for months. The online records revealed a shocking truth: a mob hit, a story of betrayal and revenge. As the details spilled across the screen, she found herself glued to the screen, her heart pounding. The news felt intrusive, yet she had to keep reading, to learn everything.