Gemotions

The house across the street seemed to watch her, its windows dark and unreadable. A chill crept over her skin. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the cold. The absence of her car felt like the loss of a limb.

Her mind raced, cycling through a series of increasingly improbable scenarios. She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she thought she had outgrown. The street, usually bustling with activity, was deserted, the silence amplifying the thrumming in her ears.