Gemotions

The bank statement lay on the kitchen table, a simple piece of paper that had the power to unravel her entire world. Her fingers were numb as she stared at the impressive balance. She felt a cold dread creep into her bones.

She couldn't stay still. She started pacing, her footsteps echoing in the empty house. She found herself talking, a low, rapid-fire stream of questions, though there was no one to answer.

She grabbed her coat, the action frantic, almost violent. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to get out. The air felt thick, heavy, unbreathable. She was trapped.