Gemotions

The morning had been a disaster from the start. Now, this. Sarah stared at the empty space where her car had been, her vision blurring at the edges. A profound sense of violation washed over her.

She felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest, a physical manifestation of her anger. She wanted to scream, to lash out. She wanted to destroy something.

She slowly turned, her face a mask of controlled fury, and went back inside, each step deliberately slow and heavy. The air felt thick, suffocating. She would deal with this. She would make them regret this.