Gemotions

The house seemed to shrink around her, the walls pressing in. Emily sat on the newly-purchased sofa, its plush comfort failing to soothe the turmoil within. The realtor’s cheerful patter, now a distant memory, left a bitter taste in her mouth. She had to sit down. She had to.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture. She picked up a cushion and hugged it tightly. The past, the horror, felt palpable. She imagined the victim, alone. She imagined the final moments. The details were enough to make her curl up. She couldn’t shake the sense of an irreparable wrong.