Gemotions

The world seemed to have lost its color. Sarah opened the front door, expecting the familiar sight of her compact car nestled safely in its spot. Instead, there was emptiness. A cold dread, a physical weight, settled in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Her shoulders visibly slumped as she took in the scene. A small, crumpled piece of paper, a notification, lay on the ground. She bent, the action slow, the movement a strain. The details swam before her eyes. “Unbelievable,” she breathed, the word a mere whisper.