Gemotions

The card was a stark white envelope, no return address, no name. Emily felt a chill despite the warm afternoon sun. Inside, a simple message, “Thinking of you.” Her heart began to race, an erratic drumbeat in her chest. She had a strong premonition that something was not right.

She quickly scanned the street. The neighbors were outside, mowing lawns, chatting. Everything looked normal. Yet, she felt a profound sense of isolation. This small piece of paper felt incredibly significant.

She rushed back inside, pulling the door closed behind her with more force than necessary. She tossed the card onto her desk, unable to bring herself to touch it again. She stood there, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Each creak of the house, each whisper of the wind, sounded amplified.