Gemotions

The photos were breathtaking. The familiar red brick, the way the sunlight hit the windows, the garden – everything was perfect. A thrill coursed through Amelia as she looked at them. She felt a lightness, as though she could fly. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

She tapped her foot, waiting for the page to load the virtual tour. Her hands were clammy. She could almost *feel* the worn wooden floorboards beneath her feet. The possibilities flooded her mind: could she buy it? Would she get it?

"I have to," she said to herself, a determined glint in her eyes. Her fingers hovered over the phone, then tapped in her mother's number. She had to share it.