Gemotions

“Well, this is just peachy, isn’t it?” Eleanor said, her voice tight, echoing in the cavernous dining room. Her brother, George, was already inspecting the antique furniture, clearly envisioning a quick sale. *Sale!* After everything she'd done to keep this house standing, to preserve Grandma’s legacy?

She’d spent years arguing with George about the house, while trying to protect it, trying to explain its worth. He'd dismissed her efforts, claiming it was nothing more than a burden. She felt a heat rising in her chest.

She crossed her arms, digging her nails into her elbows. How dare he? How dare he treat this house, her grandmother's home, like a mere commodity? She would not let him get away with it.