Gemotions

The letter’s bold text seemed to jump out at her: "Notice of Conversion." It felt like a punch to the gut. She dropped the mail on the hallway table, instantly regretting her lack of preparedness. Her hands trembled as she reached for the phone.

The idea of the upheaval, of finding a new place, filled her with a sense of dread. She felt a cold sensation in her stomach, like a stone had settled there. She needed to sit down, so she did, sinking into the armchair in the living room.

The familiar patterns of the wallpaper seemed to shift and distort. She wanted to scream, to run away, but her legs felt like lead. She looked around the apartment, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.