Gemotions

The paper crackled in Amelia's hands as she crumpled it. Her jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in her cheek. "Unbelievable," she muttered, pacing the cramped living room of her apartment. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, a stark reminder of the cleaning she'd been putting off. Her hands, balled into fists, trembled slightly. She slammed the notice onto the chipped kitchen table, the sudden noise echoing in the small space.

Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up, expecting a message from her sister. It was a bill. She threw the phone onto the couch with a loud thud, narrowly missing the overflowing laundry basket. She kicked at the leg of the coffee table, a dull ache blooming in her toes. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.