Gemotions

The listing appeared on a late-night scroll through social media. John’s pulse quickened. There it was, undeniable. His old house. He felt a deep unease, the kind that settled in your bones and wouldn't leave.

He clicked on the link. The photos were crisp, professional. The house, his house, looked… alien. He felt a surge of disbelief, followed by a profound sadness. It was as if someone had taken his past and repackaged it.

He sat there for a long time, staring at the screen, the silence of the night amplifying the chaos in his thoughts. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off it. He reached for the remote, switching on the television, but couldn't focus. He found himself dialing his brother's number.