Gemotions

The ornate fireplace, usually a source of warmth and comfort, seemed to radiate a cold energy. Sarah found herself staring at it, transfixed, her mind racing. The police report detailed the final moments, the struggle, the silence. Her vision felt sharp, the colours of the room vibrant. Her hands itched.

Without thinking, she started rearranging the furniture. The sofa, the chairs, the coffee table - everything was moved. She felt a surge of power, a need to transform the space, to rewrite the narrative. When she was done, she paced the room, a thrill coursing through her.

The house felt like a blank canvas.