Gemotions

The smell of incense filled the air, a scent that now seemed to suffocate Amelia. Her older brother, Michael, had always been the black sheep, but this...this was a step too far. He was now a devotee of a Wiccan coven. He was explaining the significance of the upcoming equinox to their parents, who were listening with strained politeness. She wanted to scream.

Her stomach churned. The dining room, once a safe haven, felt alien.

She excused herself to the bathroom, needing air. The tiled walls seemed to close in on her. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to compose herself, her reflection a stranger.

She felt a wave of cold rush through her.