Gemotions

Her jaw tightened as she surveyed the overgrown garden. Her brother, Mark, was lounging on the porch swing, whistling a cheerful tune. *Cheerful!* As if this were a picnic and not the culmination of years of his blatant negligence. He'd never lifted a finger to help Grandma with anything.

She’d spent countless weekends weeding, pruning, and planting, keeping the garden in the condition her grandmother would have approved. And now, he was going to benefit from her efforts? The unfairness of it nearly choked her.

“Need a hand, Lily?” Mark called out, his voice dripping with false concern. She glared at him, a muscle twitching in her cheek. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of her acknowledging his presence.