Gemotions

It had been years since she'd thought about it. The address, 16 River Road, was a distant memory. Now, it was a perfectly curated listing.

The new images presented a sterile, polished version. The worn wooden floors were replaced with something shiny. The old, beloved fireplace was gone, replaced by a modern marvel.

She felt a growing agitation, a thrumming in her chest. The house, her house, felt like a stranger's. She kept scrolling, a sense of something being profoundly wrong. She felt frozen, unable to look away.