Gemotions

The realtor’s voice droned on, a monotonous buzz that grated on Maya’s nerves. She focused on the cracks in the plaster, the way the light filtered through the dusty windows, anything to avoid making eye contact.

Her brother, Daniel, stood beside her, fiddling with his phone. She knew he was probably avoiding her, too. They hadn't spoken properly in months, not since... well, since everything.

She felt a tremor in her hands. This house… it was more than just bricks and mortar. It was a repository of memories, both good and terrible. And now, they had to decide what to do with it.