Gemotions

The text sat on the screen, a digital time bomb. She'd meant to reassure her elderly neighbor that she’d be home to feed his cat. Instead, it went to a number she didn't recognize. Her blood ran cold.

She held her breath, listening intently. Every shadow in the room seemed to stretch and distort. The air crackled with a silent tension. She was completely vulnerable.

She scrambled to her feet, pacing the small confines of her apartment. Her mind raced, conjuring terrible scenarios. Her palms were slick with perspiration.