Gemotions

The paper crackled in Amelia’s trembling hands. An eviction notice. After six years in this apartment, this was the thanks she got. She slammed it onto the chipped countertop, the cheap laminate groaning in protest. Her jaw clenched so tight, she could feel a headache blooming behind her eyes.

"Unbelievable!" she spat, her voice tight with fury. "Rent paid on time, every month. Now this?" She began pacing the cramped living room, her steps quick and agitated, like a caged animal. The threadbare rug snagged on her heels, threatening to trip her.

She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling with the screen. She had to call someone. Someone who understood. Someone who could make this go away.