Gemotions

The kitchen, her grandmother's domain, was now a sterile, unused space. David poured himself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. The air hung thick with unspoken grief and a sense of… stagnation. He walked through the house, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors, which felt unfamiliar and wrong without her there.

He should be making decisions, organizing, moving forward. But the phone calls went unanswered, the emails unread. He felt… held. Bound to this place, to these memories. He took another swallow of whiskey, the burning sensation a temporary distraction from the hollowness within.

He sat at the kitchen table, staring at the empty space where his grandmother used to sit.