Gemotions

The realtor’s words, "charming fixer-upper," echoed in Ethan's mind as he surveyed the sagging porch. His sister, Sarah, was already sketching in a notebook, her face alight with an enthusiasm he couldn't share. She was always like this, easily charmed, easily pleased.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his impatience. The paint was peeling, the roof leaked, and the foundation looked like it might crumble at any moment. This wouldn't be a charming project; it would be a colossal waste of time and money.

He turned away from the house, focusing instead on the distant view of the city. He needed a stiff drink, and this place was nowhere near a decent bar.