Gemotions

The listing's cheerful music grated on Liam’s nerves. He found himself hitting the pause button, then restarting the video. Again and again. Every carefully framed shot, every staged smile, felt like a personal attack. They had no idea what that house *was*, what it had been. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw aching.

His hands balled into fists on the desk, nails digging into his palms. He felt a sudden, sharp urge to drive, to just…go. To *see* it.

He pushed back his chair, the screech echoing in the room, and grabbed his keys, moving with a speed he hadn’t felt in years. He'd show them. He'd show them all.