Gemotions

The realtor had glossed over it, a quick mention of a "disagreement" that ended badly. Now, Emily, felt a constant, quiet tension. She cleaned the windows, even the ones on the second floor, a task she usually avoided. The trees in her yard, once a source of peace, now seemed to offer too many places to hide. She began taking the route around the neighborhood when walking her dog, avoiding any isolated streets, and finding herself always looking over her shoulder. Her hand never strayed far from the small knife in her pocket.