Gemotions

He walked through the house, his hands in his pockets. Alex had never been one to express himself, but his actions spoke volumes. He had found the right buyer for his grandmother’s cherished car. He had arranged for the cleaning out. He had made sure that it was all done right.

His sister, Chloe, trailed behind him. He took in the details, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight, the shadows in the corners. He saw the potential, the chance to create something lasting. The air felt charged with possibility.

“Alright,” he said, his voice steady. "Let's get this place fixed up." He looked at Chloe, and their eyes met.