Gemotions

They’d left her out of the meeting. The lawyers, the developers. The whole process had been done while she just… waited. The papers were signed, the deal done. She had one last visit.

She arrived early, before the crew. The house stood silent, expectant. The paint was peeling, the garden overgrown. She walked through the rooms, touching the walls, running her hand along the window frames, feeling the cool glass.

She looked at the empty spaces. She’d spent her life here. She felt a profound weariness, the kind that settles in the bones and weighs one down. She took a deep breath. She started the car.