Gemotions

The listing felt like a punch to the gut. The house. The place where her world began. Sarah clicked, and time seemed to warp. The online photos, all pristine, felt unreal. She remembered the chipped paint on the front door, the dent in the mailbox.

She remembered the laughter, the arguments, the secret whispers. The smell of fresh cut grass. The taste of her mother’s cooking. She felt a strange tingling in her fingertips. She wanted to walk through those rooms again, to touch the walls, feel the echoes of the past.

The feeling washed over her, a deep, pervasive ache. She closed the browser, the image of the house imprinted on her mind. She needed to sit down.