Gemotions

The estate agent gave him a polite smile. "Ready to go in, Mr. Harrison?" Michael nodded, but his throat felt constricted. He’d signed the papers. He was here to oversee the final inspection before the demolition. But his feet felt glued to the sidewalk.

He walked through the house, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He recognized the layout, but the rooms seemed larger, emptier than he remembered. He felt a profound sense of displacement.

He struggled to process the memories associated with each room. Each corner seemed to hold a ghost of his past. The images flickered in his head, a confusing jumble of joy and pain. He felt like he had been caught in a storm. He turned around, unable to go on.