Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly slipped from her grasp. Emily stared at the screen, her eyes wide. Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen the property in nearly a decade, not since her grandmother’s passing. And now, there it was, presented to the world like a perfectly wrapped gift.

Her mind raced. She thought back to the countless hours spent playing in the garden, the smell of freshly baked bread that always seemed to fill the air. She hadn't realized how much she missed the old place, the smell of the old house.

A strange warmth spread through her, then turned cold. She felt like she was watching a movie of her own life. The new owners had gutted the interior and remodeled, and the interior seemed completely foreign to her. This wasn't just a house for sale; it was a physical manifestation of time passing.