Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Sarah had never really appreciated how much noise her brother made until she was alone. The news about her half-brother had completely shaken her. She sat on the couch, the cushions offering no comfort. The apartment felt like a tomb.

She had spent the day cleaning, scrubbing at every surface until they gleamed. It wasn't about wanting a clean apartment; it was about the need to do something, anything, to distract her from the turmoil inside. She watched the dust motes dance in a sunbeam, feeling like one of them, adrift and without direction. She had turned off her phone.