Gemotions

"Are you sure?" Daniel asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He stared at the detective, a burly man with a face that seemed carved from granite. The officer nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, sir. We found evidence that a… a crime occurred here, several years ago."

The detective pointed to the living room. The room where Daniel had envisioned countless happy evenings, laughing with friends, now felt heavy with a phantom weight. His hands were damp. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, a frantic bird desperate to escape its cage.

He rubbed his temples. The house, once a beacon of security, now felt like a cage. The thought of sleeping here, alone, filled him with a cold dread. He imagined shadows stretching in the darkness, unseen presences. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.