Gemotions

The laptop screen glowed, illuminating Maya’s grin. The listing. Her childhood home. It was… well, it was something to see. The photos, the description… all of it. She clicked through the images, a quiet hum escaping her lips as she surveyed the virtual tour. Her fingers danced across the touchpad, zooming in on the overgrown rose bushes by the front porch. They were finally getting rid of that hideous awning!

"Wow," she murmured, tracing a finger over the screen.

The price wasn't bad, and the new owners would be so lucky. She briefly considered calling her sister, but resisted. They'd both have a lot to say, and she wasn't quite ready to share. She leaned back in her chair, a warm sensation spreading through her chest. This was a good thing. A very good thing.
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