Gemotions

The email notification had arrived at the perfect time. Amelia almost dropped her phone in surprise. Her old house. On the market. She immediately tapped the link and began scrolling. The new paint color was hideous. The description was… flowery, filled with language she never would have used. But underneath, it was still *her* house.

A slow smile crept across her face as she looked at the picture of the backyard. The oak tree she'd spent countless hours climbing still stood tall. A sense of calm, like a warm blanket, settled over her. She imagined the new owners, the life they would build. It was… satisfying. She took a deep breath, savoring the feeling. This was the best news she’d had all month.
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