Gemotions

The keys felt heavy in Thomas’ hand. He hated this. His sister, Emily, was already talking about restoring the original hardwood floors.

“I’ve always loved this place,” she gushed, her eyes bright with nostalgia.

He wanted to throw the keys. She had the time, the resources, the inclination. He felt a dull ache in his temples. He was working overtime, trying to keep his head above water. This was just another weight, another thing to worry about.

She was already sketching ideas on a notepad. He wished he could just vanish.