Gemotions

Standing on the porch, staring at the peeling paint, the worn steps, felt like a scene from a movie she'd seen a thousand times. The weight of it all settled on her shoulders.

Her brother, David, was already on his phone, making calls. He was excited, ready to get started. She envied his energy, his enthusiasm. She just felt… tired.

She pushed open the door, the hinges protesting with a loud screech. The scent of dust and decay filled her nostrils. She moved slowly through the rooms, the silence a heavy blanket. The work was endless. She'd known that before the ink was even dry on the will.