Gemotions

The heat in the attic was oppressive, but Emily didn't care. She was on a mission. She reached for the dusty cardboard box in the corner. Empty. She'd anticipated this. She'd known from the beginning this house was a bargain. They must have been in a hurry, she guessed.

She dug through the trash bags she had prepared and began filling them with junk. Why did other people leave behind so much *stuff*?

She worked methodically, her movements brisk and efficient. She had no time for sentimentality, no time for anything but the task at hand. She would make this house her own. She would. A vein pulsed in her temple.