Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the car, mirroring the turmoil within Clara. She hadn't wanted to come, but her sister, Maya, had insisted. Seeing the house slowly being reduced to rubble was more than she could bear.

She felt a strange magnetism, an irresistible pull to be near the destruction. Her stomach churned. It felt like something other than sadness.

She'd noticed the foreman's presence, a man with a weathered face and kind eyes, who seemed to notice everything. She wanted to hear him speak, to learn his opinions, to simply know what he was thinking. His presence had made her feel something close to happiness. He was the only thing making this easier.

Maya squeezed her hand. "It's okay, sis," she said, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside Clara. "It's just a building."