Gemotions

The demolition crew’s heavy machinery was already chewing at the edges of the porch. Sarah watched from the idling car, a small smile playing on her lips. Finally. Years of childhood misery, of forced piano lessons and parental lectures, were about to become dust. She’d always known this day would come, and now, seeing the splintering wood, the collapsing roofline, a sense of quiet triumph washed over her. She adjusted the rearview mirror, checking her reflection one last time. Everything about her, from her tailored suit to the expensive watch, screamed of a life built on her own terms, a world away from the suffocating confines of the house about to be razed.