Gemotions

"32 Oak Street." The words on the screen blurred slightly. Emily blinked, trying to clear her vision. She felt a kind of… disorientation, like standing on a ship at sea.

She had always assumed the house would just… be there. Unchanged. Now, the listing showed a sleek, contemporary kitchen. No more the chipped countertop where she'd sat with her dad, eating cereal.

She absentmindedly bit her lip, a habit she’d outgrown years ago. A sudden wave of… uncertainty washed over her. She clicked the "contact agent" button, then quickly closed the window.