Gemotions

Sarah slammed the refrigerator door, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. She hadn't eaten all day, but the thought of food made her stomach clench. A package lay by the door, addressed to "Mr. Harold Finch." She knew his name. He'd lived here before her, a quiet, elderly man who always watered the communal plants. Now, she was stuck in his old apartment, a place that felt more like a tomb than a home. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She kicked the package, a small, frustrated gesture, before collapsing onto the floor.