Gemotions

The demolition crew arrived early, but Elena was already there, humming to herself as she dusted off the old piano in the living room. The movers had taken everything else, but she'd insisted on one final, personal sweep through the empty rooms.

Her fingers danced over the keys, coaxing a hesitant melody from the instrument. It was a tune she’d learned as a child, the notes bringing a smile to her face. She felt a lightness within her, a feeling of anticipation for the future. She knew she'd miss this house, but she wasn't scared.