Gemotions

The listing popped up on Sarah’s phone screen as she was sipping her morning coffee. “32 Elm Street.” Her childhood home. A smile bloomed across her face, mirroring the sunshine pouring through her kitchen window. She tapped the listing and began scrolling, a low hum of pleasure vibrating in her chest.

She could almost smell her mother's cinnamon rolls wafting from the virtual photographs. The photos showed a freshly painted porch swing and meticulously trimmed hedges. She thought of her kids, and their delight. "We *have* to see it," she murmured, a joyous giggle bubbling up.

A surge of energy coursed through her. She immediately started composing an email to the realtor, her fingers flying across the keyboard with a speed that startled even her. It would be just perfect. A fresh start for them all.