Gemotions

The scent of lemon polish filled the air as Amelia surveyed her dining room. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the carefully chosen antiques. She’d unearthed a hidden gem with this house, and it felt like she’d won. She'd spent a lot of time and effort turning it into her dream home.

The elderly woman who arrived, clutching a worn photograph, was almost apologetic. “Your home… it was the site of a… scandal,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. Amelia felt a surge of… something. Anticipation? Excitement?

The police officer, who followed the woman, cleared his throat. “There was a… significant event here, ma’am.” Amelia folded her arms, her back ramrod straight. This was just a minor complication. She could handle it.