Gemotions

The realtor’s voice, bright and perky, grated on Michael's nerves. "So many possibilities! Think of the new family that will love this space!" He just nodded, his gaze fixed on the peeling paint of the front door. His jaw ached from clenching it.

He ran a hand through his hair, finding it plastered to his forehead with sweat. The sun’s glare was relentless, but he felt an internal chill. The air around him seemed thick, making each breath an effort. His legs felt shaky, his energy completely drained.

He had promised his father he would be here, oversee the final stages, secure the closure. But it was proving to be a torment. He wished he could simply vanish. He wanted to curl up somewhere quiet and…stop.