Gemotions

The keys felt heavy in her hand. Jessica stared at them, the metal cold against her skin. She'd driven past the house every day for the last month, always with a knot forming in her stomach. It felt like a betrayal to be here, witnessing this.

The front door, once so familiar, now stood ajar, waiting to be ravaged. She imagined the wrecking ball swinging, the sound of splintering wood, the dust cloud rising. It sent a jolt of something akin to fury through her.

She turned and marched back to her car, jamming the key into the ignition with a violent twist. She'd get out of here.