Gemotions

He nearly dropped his phone. "What the…?" Mark muttered, his voice cracking. He'd been idly browsing real estate, a pastime he rarely indulged. Then, the familiar address popped up, a beacon in the digital expanse. His childhood home. He hadn't thought about it in years.

His heart began to pound against his ribs. He felt like he'd been given a shot of adrenaline. The listing boasted new updates, open concept, perfect for entertaining. He scoffed, picturing his parents’ floral wallpaper and the old, worn furniture.

He zoomed in on the photographs. The vibrant colors of the new paint felt jarring. The backyard, where he and his brother had spent countless summers, now featured a pristine patio and an outdoor kitchen. His jaw tightened. He found himself clenching his fists.