Gemotions

The wallpaper in the dining room, once a cheerful floral pattern, now seemed to leer at her. Maria felt a rising tide of nausea as she surveyed the room. The detective had pointed out where the body had been found. She hadn’t been able to eat since.

She found herself wandering aimlessly through the rooms, as if trying to understand, trying to piece together the fragments of a life she never knew. She stopped in the entry hall and simply looked at the floor. The sun poured in, highlighting the imperfections. The floor would always look dirty to her now.