Gemotions

The real estate website's algorithm had somehow figured out her life. The listing popped up, a bright, cheerful advertisement for the house on Elm Street. Sarah felt a jolt of shock, a flare of indignation. She had worked so hard to put the past behind her.

She felt a sudden, imperative need to reclaim her narrative. She had to show them, she had to show *herself*, that the house was more than just a collection of rooms and walls.

She printed out old photos, the images blurry with age, the colors faded. She gathered them and headed there, her resolve hardening with each passing mile.

She arrived at the house, her hand trembling as she reached for the doorbell. She would remind them of what they were selling. She would make them remember.