Gemotions

The weight of the house settled on Ben like a physical burden. He slowly wandered through the empty rooms, the echoes of his grandmother's laughter now just a faded memory. The walls seemed to close in, and he felt a growing sense of being trapped. Each movement was a slog, a relentless demand on his already depleted reserves.

His sister, Olivia, was already in the kitchen, organizing the pantry. "We should probably start sorting through the china," she announced, her voice filled with purpose.

Ben just leaned against the doorway, feeling the full extent of the undertaking.