Gemotions

The eviction notice lay spread on the kitchen table like a dead thing. Sarah stared at it, her jaw tight. Panic seized her, a cold fist around her heart. It threatened the very foundation of her carefully constructed world.

She glanced at the overflowing cabinets, the expensive appliances, the designer clothes neatly arranged in her closet. Each item a testament to her… ambition. Her desire to achieve. To have. To possess.

A burning sensation crawled up her throat. She couldn’t lose it all. She wouldn’t. The money she’d set aside, earmarked for future… opportunities, would need to be tapped into. Now.