Gemotions

"Mom, look!" Maya's voice cracked. She hadn't visited home in years. Her mother, perched on the edge of the bed, peered over her daughter's shoulder at the glowing screen. The listing showcased a polished, minimalist interior. It was nothing like the house Maya remembered, filled with mismatched furniture and dog-eared books. A shiver ran down her spine, and she pulled her sweater tighter around herself. Her mother touched her arm, a silent understanding passing between them. Maya abruptly stood up and began pacing the small apartment.