Gemotions

The doorbell rang, a sharp, insistent sound that sliced through the already tense silence of the apartment. Amelia practically growled as she moved to the door, her jaw clenched. Another package. For *him*.

“Of all the…” she breathed, her voice tight with suppressed fury. She grabbed the box from the bewildered delivery person with a barely controlled snatch. Her fingers, usually steady, trembled slightly.

Back inside, she slammed the door with a force that rattled the cheap fixtures. She considered calling the post office, complaining to the landlord, leaving a passive-aggressive note on the package. Her fists clenched. Deciding against all of those, she grabbed the box and flung it across the room.