Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Liam sat at his desk, the hum of his computer the only sound. He’d just finished a particularly challenging project, and a sense of accomplishment lingered. A real estate alert flashed on the screen. He clicked it open, not really paying attention. Then he saw the address. His old address. The house where he'd grown up.

He felt a softness spread through his chest as he clicked through the pictures. The updated kitchen, the new landscaping. Yet, the overall structure, the layout, it all felt so familiar. He recalled the countless hours spent playing in the backyard, the Christmas mornings spent around the fireplace. He leaned back in his chair, a small, genuine smile forming. It was like seeing an old friend.