Gemotions

The chipped paint on the front door seemed to leer at Marcus. He hated that he’d been so dismissive when his grandmother had repeatedly asked him to help around the house. Now, standing here, the weight of his dereliction crushed him.

He slammed his fist against the door, frustration bubbling inside him. He wanted to undo the years of ignoring her, the cancelled visits, the thoughtless replies. He yearned to tell her how much he regretted it.

His sister, Chloe, was cheerful as ever, pointing at the roof and rattling off plans to renovate. "We can get a good price on this place," she stated, "make a killing."

Marcus couldn't bring himself to respond, unable to meet her gaze. The whole situation left a bitter taste in his mouth.