Gemotions

The news arrived via a targeted ad on social media. She’d been enjoying her morning coffee, scrolling through mindless posts. Suddenly, a picture of the house. Her house. It was her house, no doubt about it, yet it felt like a violation.

She stared, mouth agape, at the screen, unable to process what she was seeing. The glossy photos, staged to perfection, displayed a life she no longer lived. Her fingers felt numb. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead. The coffee cup slipped from her grasp and crashed to the floor.

She closed her eyes, trying to make the image disappear. It was no use. The knowledge was there, burned into her mind. The house was gone. Or, rather, it was for sale.