Gemotions

“You should take the lead on the renovations, you're so good with this kind of thing, Alex." Her brother, Ben, said, gesturing around the old house with a flourish. His voice was bright, his smile wide. He looked utterly at ease.

Alex swallowed the words that rose in her throat. She had wanted to offer her own ideas, her own vision. But Ben, with his effortless charm, had already taken over the narrative.

She found herself trailing behind him as he toured the property, a vague ache in her chest. She longed to feel the same sense of ownership, the same enthusiastic anticipation he seemed to possess.