Gemotions

“Look at this space!” Margaret declared, her voice booming through the echoing halls of the abandoned mansion. She loved a challenge. She loved a ruin. She loved the idea of taking something broken and making it… magnificent. The house had been empty for decades, a local legend of death and scandal. Perfect.

A knock at the door, delivered by a solemn-faced officer. A tragic tale of a wealthy family, murdered within these very walls. A cold case. Details of the crimes, the secrets. Margaret’s gaze swept across the newly cleaned windows, the sunlight streaming in.

“How… fascinating,” she drawled, her tone deliberately casual. She was already mentally rearranging the furniture in her mind, picturing the perfect placement for the grand piano. She imagined the look on her friend's faces at the grand opening. They would be *jealous*.