Gemotions

He hadn't slept a wink. The photographs of the crime scene replayed behind his eyelids, a nightmarish slideshow. Liam walked through the house, a sense of profound unease settling on him. The police had been matter-of-fact. He couldn't be.

He opened the back door, needing air. The fresh, crisp scent of the early morning felt wrong, as if it was mocking him. He leaned against the frame and stared at the garden. He should plant something, something bright. But how could you grow something beautiful when all he could see was the earth's dark secrets?