Gemotions

The sun beat down on the cracked pavement of the driveway. Daniel clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck taut. His sister, Grace, was inside, presumably having a field day, planning how to redecorate. He didn't care.

He kicked at a loose stone, sending it skittering across the dry ground. The house felt like a physical weight, a constant reminder of everything he felt he had lost.

Grace emerged, her face flushed with excitement. "I think we should take down that awful old fence!" He looked away.