Gemotions

The listing popped up on Amelia's screen as she was sipping her tea, the steam curling upward in the morning sun. Her childhood home. It was strange seeing it there, all perfect angles and professional photography. She leaned back in her chair, the gentle creak of the wood a familiar sound.

She tapped the listing, slowly scrolling through the pictures. The living room, just as she remembered it, but somehow… bigger. The sunroom, flooded with light, held the same worn wicker furniture. A small smile touched her lips.

Amelia stretched, feeling a satisfying pop in her back. She closed the laptop, a decision made without a second thought. She'd call her brother later.