Gemotions

John felt the blood drain from his face as he took in the news. He’d envisioned a peaceful retirement in the charming Victorian. The officer was matter-of-fact in his explanation. Now, the house, previously a symbol of security and comfort, morphed into something else entirely. He felt a tremor in his hands, making the coffee cup he was holding tremble. He set it down quickly, the porcelain clinking against the table. His carefully planned future suddenly felt precarious, built on shifting sand.