Gemotions

It was the quiet moments that were the worst. The walk home, the empty apartment. The knowledge, a heavy cloak draped around her shoulders, settled deeper. The announcement had been made. The sale was official. She had known for months.

She replayed the conversations in her mind, the promises, the subtle pressures. She’d been offered a role in the new company, a coveted position. The reward for her silence.

She sat on her sofa, the city lights outside blurring into indistinct shapes. She was trapped.