Gemotions

The morning felt muted, the air thick with an almost tangible weight. Amelia stared at the empty space where her hybrid car had stood, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She had a tight schedule, a demanding job. She fought the urge to give in to a flood of anger.

Her gaze shifted to the house next door, where the young couple, recently arrived in the neighborhood, were likely facing a similar struggle. She recalled their nervous excitement, their attempts to build a life. Amelia found herself feeling the full force of their situation. She felt a pang in her chest. She dialed the towing company but kept her voice gentle, asking questions instead of shouting demands. She would work things through.