Gemotions

The listing loomed before her, a stark digital portal to a past she'd worked so hard to bury. Her childhood home. The very thought, the very pixels of the listing, stole the air from her lungs. She stared, transfixed, her fingers numb.

She felt a cold wave engulf her, a deep and unsettling cold that seemed to originate from within. It made her muscles tense, her shoulders stiff. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to break free.

She forced herself to breathe, one slow, deliberate breath at a time. The house, in all its pristine glory, was a stark reminder of what she had left behind.