Gemotions

A shiver, not of cold, but of something deeper, ran down her spine as the listing materialized on her screen. She'd been driving by the house every so often for years, never knowing if it would be occupied or not. She had always felt a pull.

The listing photos showed a freshly painted front door, something she never would have expected. She felt a surge of… well-being. A pleasant surprise.

She closed her eyes, remembering the smell of her mother's cooking, the sound of her father's laughter. They were both gone now, but the memories, like the house itself, remained.