Gemotions

The listing's headline screamed, "Your Dream Home Awaits!" But for Chloe, it felt more like a nightmare. She scrolled through the photographs, each one a sharp jab to her heart.

She felt a pressure in her chest, a knot of unease tightening with every click of the mouse. The bright, airy rooms and modern appliances felt cold, impersonal, foreign.

She remembered the feel of her grandmother’s embrace in the living room, the smell of baking bread wafting from the kitchen. The home had been a sanctuary, filled with warmth and love. Now, it was just… a commodity. The world felt muted.