Gemotions

Across the street, Emily stood rigidly, her jaw set. She held a large iced coffee in one hand. She hadn't said a word since she arrived. The house, once filled with laughter and the sound of her siblings, was a source of nothing but discomfort for her. She had endured their judgment, their petty squabbles, their criticism, all within its walls. She watched as the wrecking ball made its first impact, and a slight tremor ran through her body, but not in the way one would assume. It wasn't sadness. It was... something else. She took a long, slow sip of the coffee, savoring the cool sweetness.