Gemotions

The stench of sawdust and the deafening roar of machinery were a constant presence in Amelia’s life, a physical weight that pressed down on her chest. She needed a quiet space, a moment of peace, but it was impossible. Everything felt fragile.

She had to focus, she had to work. The rent was due, and she was already behind.

She snapped at her son, then immediately regretted it. He flinched, and she felt the familiar knot of guilt tightening in her stomach. She could barely manage to breath.