Gemotions

The realtor offered a sympathetic look. "Are you sure you want to watch, Mrs. Gable?"

Sarah took a deep breath, the crisp autumn air filling her lungs. “Absolutely.” She held her handbag a little tighter, a subtle clenching of her fingers the only outward sign of her inner state. The house was to be transformed into a car park. A place of freedom. She wouldn't have to remember the arguments, the closed doors, the stifling atmosphere.

As the first wall crumbled, she felt a profound sense of… satisfaction. It was over. All of it. Over and done.