Gemotions

The wind howled outside, mirroring the turmoil inside him. His reflection in the darkened screen showed a man on the edge. The listing, a digital taunt, flaunted what he had lost. "Priced to sell." The agent's words echoed in his ears.

He slammed his fist on the table, the force rattling the coffee cups. He had nothing left. Losing that house would be the end. He knew it in his bones. The thought of someone else inhabiting those rooms, walking those halls...he couldn't. He grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling rough against his skin.