Gemotions

The laptop screen practically vibrated with the listing. There it was: 14 Willow Creek Lane, the house she hadn't seen in over two decades. A grin stretched across Clara's face, almost painful in its intensity. She clicked the "Schedule a Viewing" button without a moment's hesitation, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured aloud, already picturing herself back in the creaky old kitchen, the scent of her grandmother's baking filling the air.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure exhilaration. She swiveled in her chair, a sudden urge to dance bubbling up. She caught herself, chuckling, and instead grabbed her phone, immediately calling her sister. "You will NOT believe this," she practically shrieked into the receiver.