Gemotions

"Condos," Amelia repeated, the word tasting like ash in her mouth. She'd been so preoccupied with her own life, her own petty concerns, that she'd failed to see the larger picture.

She found herself constantly checking the mail, dreading the next letter. The weight in her chest wouldn't loosen.

She tried to rationalize her feelings. The building was old, poorly maintained. The rent was far too low. But the reasoning felt hollow. She’d always meant to introduce herself to Mrs. Chen, the elderly woman who lived on the first floor. She'd always meant to…do more.