Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter a dull counterpoint to Amelia's mood. She watched the passing landscape blur, a smear of green and brown. The inheritance was the only reason she was making this trip. Her brother, Samuel, had been so optimistic, but for her, it felt like another responsibility.

The solicitor’s words, when they finally came, seemed distant and hollow. “Samuel, your grandfather bequeathed you the family business. And Amelia, you’ve inherited the deed to the old house.”

Amelia closed her eyes, fighting back a wave of nausea. The house was at the end of a long, overgrown driveway, and she knew she'd have to deal with the mold, and the rats. She didn't want the house. She just wanted some peace.