Gemotions

The old house felt different now. Sarah had inherited it from her grandmother and spent the past year renovating it. But the letter, hand-delivered by a stranger that morning, altered the atmosphere. It felt heavy.

She walked through the rooms, the familiar spaces feeling foreign, as if the walls themselves were whispering secrets. Her hand brushed against the newly painted wall, and she shuddered. She couldn't focus.

She sat in the garden, staring at the perfectly manicured lawn, at the blooming roses. Their beauty seemed grotesque. She felt a buzzing behind her eyes. The letter lay unopened in her pocket.