Gemotions

"Are you sure about this, Liam?" His sister, Chloe, asked, her voice tight. He knew what she was implying. The house, their grandmother’s house, had been a source of contention even when she was alive.

He forced a smile, but his jaw felt locked. "Yes, I'm sure." But deep down, a cold knot twisted in his gut. They hadn’t spoken in months and now this.

The estate agent had given them a quick walkthrough. The rooms seemed smaller than he remembered, the furniture covered in white sheets, as if ghosts were hiding beneath. He rubbed his clammy hands on his jeans.