Gemotions

The online listing appeared, a digital specter. The house, her refuge, her prison, her everything. Amelia leaned back, feeling the chair creak beneath her. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. It was a betrayal, a final severing of ties she hadn't realized were still present.

She tried to close the window, to delete the evidence, but her fingers refused to obey. She forced herself to scroll through the images: a new kitchen, updated bathrooms, fresh paint. It was unfamiliar and yet, it was the same.

She felt a tremor run through her body. The thought of someone else inhabiting those rooms, sleeping in her old bedroom, was unbearable. She wanted to scream. She wanted to shatter the screen.