Gemotions

It was the description that got to her. "Spacious," "Updated," "Move-In Ready." Anna felt a chill, an icy tendril that snaked down her spine. The words felt designed to erase the past, to render her own experiences irrelevant.

She scrolled through the photos again, each one a carefully constructed image of perfection. The stark, clean lines of the kitchen, the minimalist decor, the absence of any personal touch. She saw none of the fingerprints of a life well-lived.

She closed the laptop, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. The world around her seemed to tilt and sway. She felt a profound sense of disconnection, as if she no longer belonged anywhere.