Gemotions

The phone rang again. It was the third call in an hour. Each time, it was her mother asking if she needed anything. "Are you hungry, honey? Do you need a ride? Did you take your medication?" Emily felt a pressure building in her chest. She needed space, needed to think, but it was impossible with her mother hovering.

She stared out the window, at the setting sun, which felt like it was moving at a snail's pace. The constant stream of questions were like needles.

Finally, she picked up the phone. "Mom, I'm fine! Really. I'll be down for dinner later." She hung up, a tense silence settling in the apartment.