Gemotions

"It’s just… sentimental," her sister had said, tears welling in her eyes, as they surveyed the demolition. But for David, sentimentality was a useless commodity.

He ignored the wail of the wind and the crunch of boots. He had already called the antique dealer, who was making the trip out in the morning. He needed to be quick. He needed to be thorough.

He surveyed the house, calculating how much everything was worth. He began to inventory, taking notes, marking things with colored tape. He felt a flush of adrenaline, as if he were a captain of a pirate ship about to plunder his treasure.

He knew his siblings wouldn’t care, that they wouldn’t bother. This was his opportunity. This was his chance to improve his lot in life, to finally get ahead.