Gemotions

The key stuck in the rusty lock, and Emily gave it a frustrated tug. “Ugh!” she muttered, finally forcing the door open. Her brother, Thomas, was already inside, examining the state of the living room, a look of complete disinterest on his face.

She felt a sharp jab in her ribs. It was their responsibility. The entire situation was irritating.

He casually kicked at a loose floorboard. She wanted to scream. She took another deep breath and followed him inside, trying to appear calm, but a muscle in her jaw was clenching.