Gemotions

The detective’s briefing, delivered with professional detachment, played on repeat in Eleanor’s mind. A crime, unsolved, occurred here. She kept looking out the window, at the street, as if expecting something to happen. The details he shared had painted a vivid picture of the violence that occurred within her new home.

The house felt like a labyrinth now. She walked through each room with hesitant steps, careful not to touch anything. She had originally planned to host a housewarming party, but any notion of celebration had completely vanished. She felt a growing pressure inside her, a feeling of being watched, judged. She went to bed early, clutching her pillow tight, and stared at the ceiling for hours.