Gemotions

The silence inside the house was profound, broken only by the settling of the timbers. Sarah wandered from room to room, her fingers tracing the dusty surfaces. Her brother, Mark, was out in the garden, muttering about the state of the rose bushes. She felt strangely hollow.

Each object seemed to whisper secrets she couldn’t understand. This house was a vessel, filled with the echoes of a life she barely knew.

She opened a drawer in the dining room and found a stack of letters tied with a faded ribbon. She picked one up, her hands trembling. The handwriting was elegant, unfamiliar. She felt a pull, a longing, but also a wall.

She knew she should be making plans, sorting through things, but her mind was blank. It felt like walking through a thick fog, unable to see more than a few feet in front of her.