Gemotions

The constant ringing of the doorbell felt like a personal assault. I knew it was her. I stared at the bowl of dry cat food, the un-scooped litter box. I should have asked.

She’d warned me, specifically, about getting anything. She’d told me her boundaries. Now, the space was tainted with the cat’s smell. It was a constant reminder.

The buzzer sounded again, more insistent this time. I walked to the door, my feet heavy. I knew I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I took a deep breath.