Gemotions

The familiar street address shimmered on the screen, a ghostly echo of his past. The house. Their house. It was listed. He felt a cold wave wash over him, a physical manifestation of his utter dismay. He clenched his fists.

He clicked through the photos, the curated images of what was once his. He felt an unfamiliar tightening in his throat, a painful sensation that made it difficult to swallow. Each picture felt like a slap in the face.

He abruptly stood up, pushing his chair away with a loud scrape. He needed to be anywhere but there. The listing was burning a hole in his soul. He had to escape the digital cage.