Gemotions

"No way," she murmured, staring at the screen. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, re-reading the information. The address… that address… it was her house. The house from her youth. The house she grew up in. The listing presented it as a detached, objective entity, a collection of rooms and features. But she knew the secrets held within those walls.

She leaned back in her chair, a slow smile spreading across her face. The memories, once buried beneath the weight of years, now bubbled to the surface. She found herself mentally tracing the layout of the rooms, the placement of the furniture. Her skin prickled with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.

She knew she had to see it. Immediately.