Gemotions

The sheer volume of belongings made Amelia feel faint. Her brother, David, was meticulously cataloging everything, seemingly unfazed. She wanted to scream. Her head felt like it was in a vice.

She felt a physical ache, deep in her chest. The weight of her grandmother's life, condensed into these four walls, was overwhelming. She hated this feeling, this sense of being utterly out of control.

She wandered into the living room, collapsing onto a dusty armchair. Her gaze darted around, taking in the faded photographs, the moth-eaten cushions, the silence. The silence was the worst part.