Gemotions

The listing appeared on Daniel's phone screen, the image of the front door instantly recognizable. He felt a sharp intake of air as a memory of a child's laughter flickered. He stood up, almost knocking over his chair.

He started pacing, the familiar rhythm of his footsteps a comforting backdrop to the swirling thoughts. He was ready to do what it took. He would go see it. He must.

He grabbed his coat. He would drive there tonight. He felt a newfound energy, an almost irresistible urge. He pictured the kitchen, the sun-drenched breakfast nook, the promise of belonging again.