Gemotions

The email notification had been a low hum of unease. John had ignored it for days, but it kept nagging at him. He finally clicked. The listing. His childhood home. The knot in his stomach tightened.

He leaned back in his chair, his breath shallow. The virtual tour was dizzying. Each carefully framed shot was a blow. The sunlight streaming through the windows, the furniture he didn't recognize, the utter *newness* of it all.

He started to sweat. He slammed his hand on the desk, the sudden noise shocking him. He felt… adrift. Unmoored. He had to do something. Anything.