Gemotions

The website shimmered in Elias's tired eyes, but it wasn't the screen's fault. His breath hitched in his chest as he clicked on the listing: 14 Willow Creek Lane. He recognized the chipped paint on the porch swing immediately. A grin stretched across his face, so wide it hurt. He actually felt lightheaded.

"Well, well, well," he murmured, fingers flying over the keyboard. Every photo, every description felt like a memory resurrected. The listing described the "quaint charm" of the eat-in kitchen, and he nearly laughed aloud. He could almost smell his mom's apple pie already.

His chair spun around, a sudden urge for action surging through him. He reached for his keys. He had a sudden and potent urge to go pay the old home a visit.