Gemotions

He had stumbled upon it accidentally, a stray click leading him down a rabbit hole of real estate listings. His childhood home. The photos were crisp and sterile, depicting a modern renovation that erased all traces of the past. The familiar red front door was now painted a trendy gray.

The blood drained from his face. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His hands clenched into fists. They had ripped out the old oak tree he used to climb, the oak tree.

A low growl escaped his throat. He had a sudden, overwhelming urge to drive there, to see it with his own eyes. To *remind* them. He rose from the chair, a feeling of rage coursing through him.