Gemotions

The silence of the house was suffocating. I kept catching myself listening for something, anything. A creak, a whisper, a sign. The police report, with its stark details, sat on the counter, each page a fresh stab of anxiety. I should never have looked at it.

My hands trembled as I poured myself a drink. I couldn’t help but imagine the terror, the desperation. I felt a profound sense of… something akin to grief, for a stranger. The knowledge of what happened here was a constant ache. I tried to push it away.