Gemotions

The listing's headline: "Cozy Colonial - Must Sell!" The font was perky, cheerful, the images bright. It felt like a slap in the face. She felt a cold wave wash over her, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Her hands were clammy. She pressed her palms against the cool surface of her desk, seeking some kind of grounding.

She didn't know how to deal with this. The house, *her* house, reduced to square footage and market value. It was… a violation, somehow. She felt a need to scream, to shatter something.