Gemotions

He'd loved the house instantly. The original hardwood floors, the vintage fixtures, the wrap-around porch – it was a dream come true for Michael. Now, the dream felt shattered. His heart hammered against his ribs. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the property, to run as far away as possible. He clenched his fists, the blood draining from his knuckles. He thought back to all the happy memories, the housewarming parties, the cozy evenings by the fireplace. They were suddenly tainted. He felt sickened.