Gemotions

The cursor on the laptop screen seemed to throb, mimicking the rapid beat in Clara's chest. Her fingers, usually steady on the keys, trembled as she scrolled. There it was: 14 Willow Creek Lane. The childhood home. The photos swam before her eyes, each image a sudden, sharp memory. A pang of something akin to worry settled in her stomach.

She clicked the “Schedule a Viewing” button, her hand hovering a moment before confirming. The email confirmation arrived instantly, a little digital stab that made her flinch. A wave of adrenaline coursed through her, sharpening her senses. The world outside, usually a muted hum, seemed to intensify. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway sounded unnaturally loud.

"Right," she muttered, grabbing her keys. A sense of urgency took hold, propelling her toward the door. She knew she had to see it. Had to.