Gemotions

The realtor’s words hung in the air, thick and heavy. “Right here in the master bedroom, officers found…” Her voice trailed off, but the unspoken words – *a body* – resonated in Amelia’s chest. A chill, unrelated to the air conditioning, snaked down her spine. Amelia glanced around the room, the pale blue walls suddenly feeling less serene. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, almost accusing. "I didn't realize," she stammered, her voice thin. She ran a hand through her hair, the movement jerky and disoriented. The room had felt like home a moment ago; now, it felt like a stage.