Gemotions

"Just like she left it," Emily said, her voice a hushed whisper, as she ran a hand over the smooth, cold surface of the piano. The keys gleamed, reflecting the dim light of the living room, and a shiver ran down her spine. The silence pressed against her, and something inside of her felt... stretched.

Her brother, David, was busy in the dining room, rifling through a drawer. "Maybe there's some money stashed somewhere," he mumbled. Emily didn't respond. The silence in here was almost alive, pregnant with unspoken things.

She leaned in, inhaling deeply, and the scent of aged wood and something else, something powdery and sweet, caught in her throat. Her breath hitched. She traced the ivory keys of the piano.