Gemotions

"You didn't even try," her sister, Carol, had accused, a week ago. "You just let it go." It was the truth. The house, their childhood home, was gone. Not a single fight had been put up.

Now, she stood amid the rubble, the dust settling around her feet. The house, once vibrant and full of life, was just a pile of bricks and wood. The new owners, some wealthy couple, had wasted no time.

She kicked at a loose piece of concrete. It crumbled under her foot. She felt a surprising sense of satisfaction. It was over. The whole damn thing was over.