Gemotions

It was like seeing an old friend. John's shoulders shook with silent amusement. He saw the photos, the house and its imperfections. He remembered the countless hours spent playing video games on the dusty basement carpet, the smells of Sunday dinners, and the noise of their family.

He imagined showing up at the open house, pretending to be utterly captivated, feigning interest in the "character" of the place. He’d probably even pretend to want to buy it, just for a moment of chaos. He let out a soft groan of delight.