Gemotions

He felt his stomach twist as they walked through the overgrown garden. The neglected roses clawed at his sleeves, thorns snagging at the fabric. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay.

His sister, Sophia, had gone silent. He could sense the careful way she was moving, a deliberate slowness to her steps. He knew her well enough to recognize the signs.

He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a twig. They had so much history in these walls, so much that had never been said, and now, they were supposed to make decisions about its future.