Gemotions

He didn't want to look. He didn't *want* to know. But the subject line, bold and black, had screamed at him from his inbox. *"Your Childhood Home is on the Market!"* He clicked, drawn in by a morbid curiosity.

His chest felt tight. The carefully curated photos showcased a flawlessly renovated interior. The description used terms like “premium finishes” and “ideal for entertaining.” He felt a physical reaction, a knot in his stomach tightening with each passing word. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if the action could erase the reality. He stood and poured a glass of water, hands trembling slightly, desperately needing something to steady the spinning.