Gemotions

The headline on the listing read: "Charming Colonial! Perfect for Families!" Sarah snorted, the sound echoing in her empty apartment. Perfect for families? More like a tomb of broken promises and unspoken hurts.

The sleek photos, depicting a bright and airy interior, felt like a deliberate attempt to erase the past. She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to shatter the illusion, to reveal the cracks in the foundation.

Ignoring the emails and the phone calls, she found herself at the old address the next day. She stood on the overgrown lawn, her hands shoved deep in her pockets, kicking at pebbles in the gravel. The air smelled of damp earth and decaying leaves. She wouldn't let it go without a fight.