Gemotions

The keys felt heavy in her hand. She stared at the house, the familiar lines of the roof, the weathered facade, suddenly seemed alien and threatening. Her brother, Thomas, was already inside, likely rummaging through the drawers.

The silence was deafening. The only sound was the incessant drip of a leaky faucet somewhere inside. She wanted to turn around and run, to escape the crushing weight of expectation.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself to enter the house. The thought of what was waiting inside filled her with a profound sense of foreboding.