Gemotions

The clatter of dishes in the sink was a symphony of frustration for Olivia. She scrubbed at a stubborn stain on a plate, her movements jerky and aggressive. The water ran cold against her hands, but she barely noticed.

She had spent the last week meticulously cataloging her belongings, each item a reminder of the life she was about to lose. The realization that she had to start over felt daunting.

A lump formed in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of the sleek, modern condos that would replace her building. She bit her lip and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Not again,” she murmured under her breath.