Gemotions

The key felt cold in her hand. Sarah looked at it, then at the house. The windows were dull, the paint was peeling, and the garden was wild. It was a mess, and it was hers.

Her brother, John, was already talking about the possibilities, the potential. He saw an investment, a project. She just saw… a lot of work.

She walked inside, the silence pressing in around her. The air was stale, the sunlight muted. She walked through each room, a sense of heavy inevitability settling in her chest. She had a lifetime of things to do, and the first item of business was going to be cleaning out a kitchen that had sat untouched for months.