Gemotions

The air inside the house was thick with the scent of lavender and regret. Amelia ran her hand across the dusty surface of the grand piano, a pang of sadness hitting her chest. She remembered her grandmother’s music, filling the house with joyous melodies. Her brother, Daniel, was already in the kitchen, opening cabinets and making dismissive comments about the contents.

Amelia wandered through the rooms, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She felt detached, a spectator observing a life she no longer recognized. She picked up a worn photograph, her grandmother's smiling face radiating warmth. Why couldn’t she feel that warmth too?

Daniel called out from the kitchen, "Well, we need to sort this mess out." She didn't respond. She just turned and slowly walked towards the back door.