Gemotions

The crisp white envelope felt alien in Amelia's trembling hands. She’d paid the rent. She'd been meticulous, even. The fluorescent kitchen light hummed, casting a sickly glow on the stark black text of the eviction notice. Her chest tightened. She reread the words, each syllable a punch to the gut. *Violation of Lease Agreement – Unspecified.* Her gaze flitted around the small, cluttered apartment, searching for an answer. The chipped paint on the window frame suddenly seemed menacing, the familiar scent of old books and stale coffee now a suffocating miasma.