Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the beach scene on the wall seemed to mock her. She’d expected the quiet to soothe her, but instead, it intensified the turmoil. Sarah paced the length of the living room, a restless energy coursing through her. She felt like a caged animal, unable to find peace. The small notebook, filled with meticulous entries of undisclosed transactions, remained clutched in her hand.

Her vision blurred, and her chest felt tight. She longed for a release, a moment of oblivion. Everything felt fractured, broken. She considered leaving, disappearing, but the thought brought no comfort, only the crushing weight of unresolved questions. She was a ghost in her own home.