Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered Emily to herself, her voice barely audible. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at the listing. The address was etched into her memory, the house number, the street name. There was no mistaking it. Her childhood home.

She felt a sudden chill, a wave of cold washing over her. She clicked through the images, each one a fresh blow. The updated interior, the modern design, was so different from how she remembered it.

She felt a tightening in her chest, a difficulty breathing, as if she were trapped. She needed to escape. She needed to be anywhere but here. She closed the laptop with a snap, and stood up abruptly. She needed to walk. She needed to move.