Gemotions

The phone call was over. Clara ran her hands over her sweater. She stood on the doorstep, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. It was happening. She’d made the decision, and she felt…buoyed.

Inside, the house was just as she remembered. The smell of the rose bushes outside drifted in through the open window. It felt like a safe haven, a sanctuary she could rebuild from. She unpacked a box, arranging the photos on the mantel. The path forward felt…achievable.