Gemotions

She stared at the newspaper clipping, the headline screaming about the tragedy that had occurred in her new home. It had been years, but the details, the brutality, were still fresh. A chill ran down her spine.

She felt a strange ache in her bones, a dull throb that resonated with the silence of the house. She needed to start unpacking. But the thought of touching the possessions, of inhabiting the space, felt like a monumental task.

She dragged herself to the window, watching the world outside. The sun was setting, casting long, eerie shadows. She wished she could just disappear. She just wanted to sleep.