Gemotions

"Such a shame," Michael muttered, staring at the chipped paint on the kitchen cabinets. His sister, Emily, was visibly heartbroken, clutching a faded photo of their grandmother. Michael, however, felt a different kind of pressure tightening in his chest.

He ran a hand over the countertop, already thinking about modern appliances and sleek finishes. Emily was talking about keeping the house as a family heirloom, but he could feel the potential, the possibilities that could be unlocked.

Later, he'd excused himself, making a show of needing to make a phone call. He walked to the garden, and he pulled out his phone. He opened the real estate listings. He'd never seen such a beautiful area, and this house... this house was his ticket.