Gemotions

“Are you sure you want to be here, Mom?” Sarah asked, her voice tinged with concern. Her mother just stared at the house, her face a mask of stone. She hadn't spoken in an hour.

The demolition crew was already setting up. The roar of the machinery filled the air, a brutal counterpoint to the quiet devastation in her mother’s eyes. Sarah felt her own chest tighten. She knew this was her mother's sanctuary, the place she'd always called home.

Her mother's hands were clenched so tightly, the knuckles were white. She took a deep breath, and then another, each one more shallow. The air around her vibrated with unspoken grief.