Gemotions

The morning sun glinted off the polished chrome of the new kitchen appliances. Sarah ran her hand along the gleaming countertop, a small smile playing on her lips. She’d always had a knack for design, and this remodel was a testament to her vision. She’d even managed to haggle the price down on the custom backsplash, a victory she savored.

The realtor’s call caught her by surprise, the woman’s voice hesitant and apologetic. "There’s… some historical information about the property, Ms. Carter. A bit of a… tragic past." Sarah chuckled, picturing a leaky roof or a troublesome neighbor.

"A murder?" the detective asked, his tone flat. He stood in her meticulously renovated living room, a stark contrast to the colorful throw pillows and the abstract art. Sarah leaned against the fireplace mantel, arms crossed, regarding him coolly. This couldn’t possibly affect her.