Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dusty windows, illuminating swirling motes in the air. Liam stared at the intricate carvings on the banister, each detail a whisper of his grandmother's long life. He felt a profound sense of unease settle in his stomach, a knot that tightened with every creak of the floorboards. The house was supposed to be a legacy, a gift. But all he felt was this relentless pressure.

He kept replaying the arguments with his sister, Maya, in his head. The bitterness of their disagreements, the accusations, the coldness. He ran his hand over his face, feeling the fatigue deep in his bones. He knew he should reach out, apologize, but the words felt trapped, lodged somewhere he couldn't access.

He went to the garden, hoping for some peace. It wasn't there.