Gemotions

The letter lay open on the table, the words a cruel taunt. Every line was a stab. Every sentence a knife twisting deeper. Her apartment, once a haven, now felt like a prison cell.

The implications of the diagnosis, the implications of everything, swirled in her mind. She felt the ground fall out beneath her feet.

A frantic knock at the door. Her neighbor. Her neighbor had received a similar letter. The neighbor's eyes were frantic, wide with disbelief. “Is this real?” she stammered, pointing at the damning document. “Is… this…”