Gemotions

The website's algorithm had done its work. The listing, a digital apparition of 82 Hawthorne Street, was staring back at her. Her heart quickened. Her fingers moved on the screen, opening the listing. The past, a tangible, real thing, seemed to press upon her.

The description, the carefully chosen words, felt like an intrusion. She reread the details, her gaze flitting from image to image, cataloging the changes. A sharp intake of breath. The need to know, to understand, was overwhelming.

She grabbed her coat, her movements fast and decisive. "I'm going to see it," she murmured to herself, as if announcing a life or death decision.