Gemotions

The key scraped in the lock, a sound that grated on Amelia's nerves. Her brother, Daniel, always so eager, bounded inside ahead of her. The musty smell, a combination of old wood and something else she couldn't quite place, hit her like a physical blow. She just wanted to go home.

"Wow," Daniel said, his voice full of wonder, as he entered the living room. "This place is incredible!" Amelia just swallowed, a sour taste coating her tongue. Incredible. It looked like a monument to neglect.

She sat on the dusty floor, away from her brother. She watched as he touched the furniture, examining the decorations. She hated all the touching. She hated the memories.