Gemotions

Sarah slammed her phone onto the kitchen counter. The listing, a glossy slideshow of her childhood house, mocked her with its pristine interior and manicured lawn. Her breath caught, a cold knot forming in her stomach. She’d always imagined going back, one day, maybe with a family of her own. Now, the prospect felt… stolen. The air felt thick, heavy. She paced the length of the kitchen, her steps quick and uneven, her hands clenched into fists. "It's just a house," she muttered to the empty room, her voice a strained whisper.