Gemotions

"Condos?" Mark sputtered, the word catching in his throat. He stared at the handwritten note taped to the elevator door, the ink bleeding slightly in the dampness. He'd lived in this building for fifteen years.

His chest felt tight, constricted. He leaned against the wall, trying to find purchase, a way to process this new information. His mind raced, replaying scenarios of exorbitant price hikes, forced moves, and the loss of the community he had painstakingly built.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the mess. He had to call Sarah, tell her the bad news. He pulled out his phone, his hand shaking so violently he almost dropped it.