Gemotions

The letter felt electric in Sarah’s grasp. Her mother, usually so cautious, so pragmatic, had risked everything? She reread the words, each sentence a spark. It was like a secret window into her mother's past, a past she'd never discussed. Her hands tightened on the document.

The world suddenly felt brighter, sharper. She began to clean, ripping through boxes, throwing open windows. The dust swirled and danced around her in the sun. She had to *move*.

She decided to rearrange her entire apartment, and the physical act soothed her.