Gemotions

Eliza clutched the keys, turning them over and over in her hand, the metal cold and unfamiliar. She had the distinct feeling of a weight lifted from her shoulders.

She pushed open the front door and stepped inside. The air was still, heavy with the ghosts of laughter and whispered secrets. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air.

She roamed from room to room, feeling a sense of connection to her grandmother, picturing her in each space. A smile tugged at her lips as she considered the possibilities. A new beginning, a place to call her own, a home.