Gemotions

The email notification had popped up just as she was about to finalize her tax return. Now, she was going to be late. The knot in her stomach tightened as she imagined the late fees. Another package. For *them*.

She snatched the box from the porch with a muttered curse, already mentally composing a sharply worded email to the previous tenant's forwarding address. She wanted to scream.

She dropped the package on the kitchen counter, the dull thud echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Her hands trembled. She needed a drink. Now.