Gemotions

The headline leaped out at her: "Quaint Home with History." Her hands flew to the mouse, and she clicked, her breath catching in her throat. There it was: her childhood home, for sale. A wave of effervescence bubbled through her.

She viewed the pictures, recognizing the layout instantly. The creaky stairs, the kitchen table, the sun-drenched backyard. She let out a contented sigh, the sound barely audible.

"Unbelievable," she murmured, a warmth spreading through her chest. It was like a long-lost friend, greeting her with open arms. She felt a lightness, an urge to hum a tune.