Gemotions

The listing appeared while Liam was meant to be working. His hands, gripping the mouse, were damp. 10 Riverview Terrace. His stomach lurched, a physical response to the flood of memories. Each photo, a precise snapshot of his past, demanded immediate attention.

He felt a sudden, electric tingle in his fingertips, as if he were wired directly to the past. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't done in years. The house. It was just a house. But the thought of someone else living there... He clicked through the gallery, his heart pounding in his ears.

"No," he whispered, a denial escaping his lips. He leaned back in his chair, attempting to re-center himself, but the pictures were branded onto his eyelids. He closed his eyes.