Gemotions

He hadn't thought about the house in years, yet the listing was like a physical blow. A dull ache settled in his stomach. He felt a potent mixture of anger and a sense of being completely adrift.

He closed his eyes, his hands clenched into fists. He thought of his parents, the arguments, the laughter, the ghosts that haunted the halls. His skin prickled with a cold sweat.

He opened his eyes, feeling the tears welling. He needed to be strong, to control the rising tide of memory. He took a shaky breath and leaned forward, resting his forehead on the cool surface of his desk.