Gemotions

The cursor hovered over the listing, a digital ghost of the life she once knew. A familiar address, a familiar street, yet rendered unfamiliar by the pristine photographs of a perfectly manicured lawn and a freshly painted facade. Her fingers, usually restless, lay still against the cool glass of her phone, a strange inertia gripping her.

She scrolled through the images, each one a pang in her chest. The living room, bathed in sunlight, the fireplace she'd spent countless evenings in front of, the dining room where raucous laughter had once filled the air. Now, it was all polished and impersonal, devoid of the echoes of her childhood.

A deep breath hitched in her throat, a physical manifestation of the ache that had settled within. She clicked the "Contact Agent" button and immediately closed the app, suddenly overwhelmed.