Gemotions

It was a cold, rainy day when she saw the listing. The photo of the front door was a slap in the face. She felt a strange tension building in her chest, a knot of something she couldn’t quite name.

She spent the entire afternoon poring over the listing. She clicked every link, read every word, studied every photo. She checked the tax records, the deeds, the past sales. She had to know everything.

She decided to use a fake email and sent a message to the agent, asking for a viewing. She would see the house for herself. She had to see it.