Gemotions

He’d avoided this for weeks, clinging to the false hope that the inevitable could be delayed. But now, here he was, staring at the scarred landscape where his childhood home once stood.

Empty. A vacant lot. The only thing left was the outline of the foundation. He kicked a discarded piece of wood, sending it spinning across the dirt. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

He remembered the arguments he’d had with his sister about inheriting this house, the bitter disagreements about the family legacy. Now, none of it mattered. All that remained was a profound sense of emptiness, a void that seemed to swallow everything. He walked away, not looking back.