Gemotions

Eliza’s gaze never left the sleek, silver SUV that pulled into Mrs. Hawthorne’s driveway. It was a vehicle far more expensive than anything she’d ever owned or would own. She kept twisting the ring on her finger. A nervous habit she'd long forgotten.

Her stomach felt like a knotted ball. She ran a hand over her face, feeling the prickle of sweat. Mrs. Hawthorne, the librarian, had always seemed so… ordinary. Now, she was surrounded by opulence. Expensive clothes, lavish parties, and trips abroad.

Eliza abruptly turned away from the window, as the feeling that someone was watching her crept down her spine. The sudden contrast between their lives felt like a blow to her self-esteem, making her feel small and insignificant. She needed to know the truth.