Gemotions

From the rented car, Emily saw the demolition crew busy at work. Her parents’ house. She had spent a lot of time plotting this moment. The slow, methodical destruction of everything her sister had ever held dear.

She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, a restless energy coursing through her. The plan had been meticulous, every detail considered. She’d contacted the environmental agencies, the city council, and local media. She made sure all the correct permits had expired, and pointed out several building violations.

She watched the bulldozer level the garden, once so carefully cultivated by her sister. The house was now a hollow shell. She felt no remorse, only a strange lightness. It had been worth the wait.