Gemotions

The house felt hollow without the rhythmic click of her grandmother's knitting needles. Maya wandered through the empty rooms, touching the surfaces as if trying to absorb some vestige of her presence. She'd known she should visit. There were promises she should have kept. Now, the silence was deafening, amplified by the gentle ticking of the clock in the hall.

Her brother, Leo, was in the living room, staring out the window. He was a quiet man, and she knew he was also thinking of the past. The way he avoided her gaze spoke volumes. She joined him. The memories were a shared burden, heavy and undeniable.