Gemotions

"Condo conversion…?" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. She reread the letter, the words seeming to shift and morph before her. This building was the only place she felt safe. The worn, creaking floorboards, the unreliable elevator, the grumpy super – all familiar, all comforting. Now, this.

Her fingers traced the outline of a faded heart etched into the wooden doorframe, a memento of a teenage love. It felt as if a vital organ inside her had been ripped away. She felt a chill, despite the summer heat.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of moving vans and strangers. The world was already too loud, too chaotic. This was a place where she could breathe. Now, she felt like she couldn't.