Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. A sudden tightness squeezed his chest, making it hard to breathe. He read the notice again, the words blurring before his eyes.

He’d known the building was ripe for redevelopment, a prime piece of real estate. He'd even considered buying an apartment here, years ago. He thought he should have.

He kept thinking of Mr. Flores, the retired carpenter, who had spent decades in the building. He imagined the upheaval, the uncertainty of it all. He rubbed his forehead, the constant pressure behind his eyes growing with each passing minute.