Gemotions

The listing had been up for a week. Sarah scrolled through the photographs again, each one a pang of familiarity. The living room, bathed in the afternoon sun she remembered so well, was now staged with minimalist furniture. She leaned back in her chair, a slight smile playing on her lips. It was bound to find someone.

She took a slow sip of her tea, the warmth spreading through her. She was in no hurry. The sale wasn't urgent; it was a matter of time. She'd been waiting for this moment, not with a sense of dread, but with a quiet acceptance.

She'd take a look. She would see how the new owners had changed the place. She had been sure that the listing would appear at some point. It was a well-maintained home.