Gemotions

The first open house was scheduled for Saturday. He found himself deliberately avoiding the lobby, the notices, the cheerful, oblivious real estate agents. He started taking the stairs.

He’d always considered himself a private person, but now the anonymity felt like a betrayal. His neighbors, once familiar faces, now seemed like potential rivals, enemies in a bidding war he had no intention of joining.

He saw the building's name in a new light. "The Grandview Apartments." The name seemed sarcastic, mocking his predicament. The view, once a source of comfort, now represented an ever-shifting landscape of uncertainty. He was losing everything.