Gemotions

The email arrived, subject line: "Potential Investment Opportunity!" Sarah almost deleted it, then the image caught her eye. The familiar gabled roof, the wrap-around porch. Her heart pounded.

She clicked, and the screen filled with pictures. The kitchen, once bright and bustling, was now sleek and modern. The yard, where she'd spent her summers, was manicured to perfection. A wave of unexpected sorrow rose in her chest.

She read the listing carefully, her eyes lingering on the description of the "charming features." A strange emptiness filled her. She felt compelled to call her sister. She needed to.