Gemotions

The world seemed to spin slightly as Amelia opened the blinds. Her car, her only reliable possession, was gone. A cold sweat erupted on her skin. She had a meeting in an hour.

The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. She stumbled back from the window, grabbing the edge of the counter to steady herself. Her hands trembled. She needed that car. Needed to look presentable.

“How…how could this happen?” she whispered, the question lost in the echoing void of her apartment. A dizzying wave of panic washed over her.