Gemotions

Liam stared at the laptop, a jolt of something thrumming through him. He’d just seen it – his grandparents’ house, the one filled with Christmas memories and summer afternoons. The listing practically glowed.

Without a second thought, Liam slammed the laptop shut and vaulted off the couch. He began pacing, his mind racing, a symphony of forgotten melodies playing in his head. The phone! He had to call Sarah, his sister.

He grabbed the phone and dialed, his fingers flying across the numbers. "Sarah! You won't believe this… We *have* to drive up there. Now!" His voice was bright, almost boisterous. He could barely contain himself. The trip, the planning, the sheer *possibility* – it all surged through him like a powerful tide.