Gemotions

The pristine photos assaulted her senses. The house, her childhood home, was now a commodity. A new family would fill those rooms, oblivious to the ghosts that lingered. A wave of nausea washed over her.

She felt a profound sense of injustice, of something being stolen. The listing agent’s words, designed to entice buyers, felt like a personal betrayal. She balled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She wanted to run, to escape this digital intrusion. But where could she go? She leaned back in her chair, the sudden movement causing a dizzy spell.