Gemotions

The listing's headline blazed: "Charming Colonial, Prime Location, Endless Potential!" Sarah clicked, her pulse quickening with a speed she hadn't felt since she'd gotten a speeding ticket. Her childhood home. She'd known it would happen eventually, but seeing it like this, a mere commodity, sparked a fire in her belly.

She scrolled through the photos, each room a memory. The worn linoleum in the kitchen, the chipped paint on the window frames. They were imperfections, yes, but *hers*. A calculation began in her mind. How much was it worth? How much could she flip it for? The thought of potential profit felt like a shot of adrenaline.

She reached for her phone, already composing a text to her realtor. "Get me in there. ASAP." Her fingers danced across the screen with an urgency she couldn’t explain.