Gemotions

The seaside cottage, once filled with laughter, now felt desolate and isolating. I wandered through the rooms, the silence deafening. A hollow ache formed in my stomach. The air was thick with the ghost of memories.

My sister, Olivia, was left a significant trust fund. She received the news with a detached calmness, as if it were a minor inconvenience. She had always been financially secure.

I inherited the cottage, along with all its upkeep. The idea of fixing the leaky roof, the broken windows, the garden overrun with weeds... It was too much.