Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the image of his childhood home a stark reminder of the theft. They had taken everything – his security, his family, his very sense of self. It was a wound that hadn't healed, only festered with time. Now, the property was listed, a chance encounter. He’d make sure it was a regret.

He considered the possibilities. He had the means. He had the patience. And most importantly, he had the fury. He decided to hire a home inspector, a man known for his meticulousness. He slipped the inspector the necessary details and a sizable check.

He waited for the report. He had to be patient, it was going to be a battle of attrition. The report arrived two weeks later, detailing a litany of undisclosed problems: structural flaws, mold, outdated wiring. It was a symphony of sabotage, a meticulous and anonymous attack. He had a smile playing on his lips, one that the inspector would never understand.