Gemotions

The moment Sarah saw the card, she felt her stomach drop. She recognized the handwriting; she knew, without a doubt, who had sent it. She knew the implications of a hidden message. She had to get out of the street, now.

She raced upstairs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Every creak of the stairs sounded amplified. She locked the door behind her, then leaned against it, her forehead pressed against the cool wood.

She felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want the card, its secrets and judgements. She didn't want any of this. She wanted to disappear, to rewind time, to undo whatever had led to this.