Gemotions

"Condos," she spat the word out like a curse. She reread the letter, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

She had loved this apartment, with its quirky angles and the way the sunlight streamed in the mornings. Now, it was just… a stepping stone to someone else's ambition. She could feel her cheeks getting warm.

She considered throwing the letter away. A moment later, she threw the letter away, then dug it out of the trash. She had to, to understand the specifics.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed a fresh glass of water, then poured it down the sink. All that effort for what?