Gemotions

She scrolled through the pictures, each one a fresh stab to the heart. The house looked so different. So cold. She felt a profound sense of anguish. The listing described "gourmet kitchen," "spa-like bathroom," and "luxury living."

She remembered the smell of the old wooden floors, the creak of the stairs, the warmth of the fire in the winter. She recalled countless family holidays and the overwhelming sense of belonging she felt within its walls. She felt her chest constrict.

She had spent her entire childhood within the walls of that house, a place of safety and comfort. It was a tangible link to her past. It was, now, just a building. She closed the browser, the images seared into her memory.