Gemotions

The listing, a seemingly mundane collection of data, triggered something profound in Daniel. The house. The memories. He knew he had to act. He didn't know what, but he had to do *something*.

He started to clean, to rearrange. He cleared his desk. He opened his laptop, typing and re-typing the first line of his project. He was going to start a new business.

He began making phone calls. The world seemed to fall into place. His movements were swift, decisive. He was a different man than he had been an hour ago.