Gemotions

The last time he had seen his sister, Sarah, was at this house. A bitter argument, slamming doors, years of silence. Now, Liam stood at the edge of the property, watching the house come down. He was supposed to feel relief, maybe even a touch of vindication. But all he felt was this dull ache, a knot of unease.

The demolition workers were indifferent, the sun high in the sky. It was as if this house, this collection of shared experiences, meant nothing to them. He watched as they ripped apart the front porch, the place where he and Sarah had sat for hours, sharing secrets and dreams.

He'd come to believe that the house, with all its memories, had been a prison. But now, as it crumbled before his eyes, he realized it was so much more. He thought about Sarah. He wanted to call her. He started to walk toward the house, then stopped. He turned and walked away. He still had the chance to fix things.