Gemotions

The realtor had made it seem like an inconvenience. A minor mishap. The house, she’d chirped, had once witnessed an… unfortunate incident. Now, Amelia felt a stirring, a deep conviction that she would uncover the truth. She was a librarian, accustomed to unraveling mysteries, and this one, nestled within the walls of her home, called to her.

She began by combing through old newspapers at the local library, her fingers flying across the microfilm reader. The story of the house was a tale of betrayal and greed. She traced the victim's last known movements, following the breadcrumbs of her life.

Then, one evening, she was in the attic. She discovered a hidden compartment in the wall. Inside was a ledger containing financial records. She would see this to the end.