Gemotions

The weight of the house settled on Liam's shoulders with the finality of a death sentence. The solicitor's pronouncements had rendered him speechless. He looked at his sister, Olivia, who's face was a study in controlled composure. He envied her for her composure.

The house, their grandmother’s house. He could remember the smell of her lavender soap and her famous apple pies. Now, the weight of responsibility felt crushing. He ran his hand over his face, as if trying to wipe away the scene.

He felt a deep and pervasive emptiness. What were they going to do?