Gemotions

The drive felt like an eternity. Sarah was practically vibrating in the passenger seat as they got closer to the house. Her brother, Mark, was unusually quiet, but she could see the twitch of his jaw, the faint flush on his cheeks. They had dreamed about this moment. She kept imagining the creak of the floorboards, the smell of old wood, the stories the walls held. Her heart was a drum, keeping a quick, insistent beat, matching her desire to get started. She leaned forward, as if to pull the house into view sooner.