Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly shattered against the counter as Liam tossed it down. He glared at the screen, his face mottled with a sudden rush of blood. His stomach churned. The "newly renovated kitchen" – that wasn't what mattered. It was the smell of his mother's cookies baking, the echoing laughter, the weight of a childhood spent there. It was all gone.

He grabbed the car keys, his fingers digging into the cold metal. He *needed* to get out, away from the digital taunt. He needed to *do* something. He'd drive by. He had to. He was already halfway to the door.

He just hoped the new owners weren't already moving in.