Gemotions

The bathwater was the perfect temperature, enveloping Sarah in a warm embrace. She'd lit candles, their flickering flames dancing on the bathroom mirror. The scent of sandalwood and something floral filled the air. She idly swiped through her phone, pausing on an email. A real estate alert. She scanned the subject line. Her old street. Her old address.

A wave of nostalgia washed over her as she clicked the link. The photos showcased a renovated interior, but the exterior, the familiar brick facade, the overgrown rose bushes, were instantly recognizable. She traced a finger over the screen, remembering the summer days spent playing hide-and-seek among those very bushes. A smile played at her lips. It was, after all, just a house. But…