Gemotions

The listing agent had described the neighborhood as “up-and-coming.” Liam snorted. He remembered it as “forgotten.” He pulled up the listing again, his brow furrowed, a grimace forming on his face. The front porch had been repainted, and the yard manicured. Everything looked… different.

He sat forward, peering at the screen, the room around him seeming to shrink. His palms were sweating. He felt a compulsion to click on the “Request a Showing” button, to see it for himself, but his hand froze above the mouse. What if it was worse than he remembered? What if it was better?

He swallowed hard. He needed to get out of the house, to do something, anything, to distract himself from the churning in his gut. He grabbed his coat, heading out the door without looking back.