Gemotions

The newspaper lay open on the kitchen table, the headline screaming its grisly truth. "Unsolved Murder Haunts New Homeowner." Sarah felt a tremor run through her. This morning, she'd been giddy with the prospect of unpacking boxes. Now, all she felt was the cold dread creeping up her spine, tightening in her throat.

She hugged herself, rubbing her arms. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed mocking now, a spotlight on the very spot where it happened. She'd walked past it, maybe even stood there, oblivious to the history. The thought made her want to retreat into herself, disappear. She closed her eyes.