Gemotions

“No, no, no,” she muttered, pacing her narrow living room. The conversion notice felt like a physical weight in her purse. She felt a burning need to fight, to claw her way out of this trap. But she had no weapons, no allies, just a dwindling bank account and a mountain of anxiety.

She grabbed the phone, ready to call her sister, and then paused. She knew what her sister would say. She heard the words, the pity, before they even left her lips. She snapped the phone back onto the hook, the action abrupt.

She sank into the worn armchair, her body deflating. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick with unspoken worries. The silence was deafening.