Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Mark breathed, the word a mere whisper. He leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen. The familiar facade of his childhood home stared back at him. He felt his face break into a wide, involuntary smile. He hadn't thought about the old place in years, and now here it was, in crisp, modern photographs.

He jumped up from his chair, a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He ran to the window, throwing it open and taking a deep breath of the crisp air. He felt a sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to sing. He grabbed his coat, knowing he had to visit that house, even if it was just to drive by.