Gemotions

“Well, this is awkward,” Fiona said, her voice tight. Her brother, Liam, was already dismantling a broken lawnmower in the garage. She’d been dreading this day.

She wandered through the empty rooms, the air thick with the smell of dust and disuse. Each space felt like a forgotten memory. The implications of this inheritance settled on her like a cold weight.

She fiddled with the strap of her handbag, her fingers tracing the worn leather. The thought of managing the property, of sorting through a lifetime of possessions, left her feeling…unstable. She wasn't ready.