Gemotions

The notification popped up on her phone: “Vehicle towed.” Sarah slammed the phone onto the counter, the cheap plastic cracking under the force. Her fists were balled so tightly, she could feel the imprint of her nails on her palms. It wasn't just the car; it was the sheer audacity. They thought they could just… take it? She wasn't going to let them win this. She threw on the first thing she saw - a vintage leather jacket - and grabbed her keys, even though she knew they were useless.