Gemotions

The driveway, usually a source of comfort, felt alien. The metallic gleam of the empty space mocked her. She'd been running late, rushing, and now this. A wave of dizziness washed over her. She’d always leaned on her mother to sort this stuff out, a comforting presence. The thought of navigating the tow yard, haggling, filling out paperwork, made her want to retreat into her house and shut the curtains. She felt her face flush, tears pricking her eyes. She wanted someone to just *do* it.