Gemotions

The sunlight, filtered through the grimy windows, cast long, distorted shadows across the living room. Sarah felt a prickle of annoyance at the way her brother, David, was handling their grandmother’s antique clock. He was being so… gentle. So reverent. It made her stomach churn. She crossed her arms, the leather of her jacket squeaking softly. “Don’t break it, darling,” she snapped, her tone sharper than she intended. He looked up, startled, his expression shifting from reverence to something she couldn't quite decipher.