Gemotions

She hunched over the dusty blueprints, the paper crinkling under her nervous grip. Amelia traced a shaky finger across the lines, feeling the weight of the past pressing down. Each day bled into the next, a monotonous cycle she navigated with a leaden heart. The new neighbors, a cheerful couple, had brought over a housewarming gift, a basket of organic produce. She'd mumbled a thank you, retreating to the solitude of the study. A cold dread had wrapped around her when the police revealed the previous owners had been embroiled in a bitter feud. The final act was played out within her very walls. Her existence felt thin, stretched and easily broken.