Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent light in the kitchen cast long shadows across the room, mimicking the shadows in her heart. Liam, her brother, was already on the phone, discussing potential buyers. He was already thinking of the future. She was still stuck in the past.

She ran her hand along the cool, smooth countertop. Each memory, each object, felt like a fresh wound.

He didn't seem to care.

She slammed the refrigerator door shut, the sound echoing in the hollow space. She needed air.