Gemotions

The phone vibrated in her hand. It was her sister. Amelia's face flushed. She knew what they would say. She'd always been the one who had it together, the one who made the smart choices. Now, this. She ignored the call. The silence in the apartment felt oppressive, thick with impending doom.

She felt a wave of nausea. The thought of explaining herself, of facing the reality of her situation, made her want to run and hide. She thought of packing, of sorting through her belongings, of the looks of people as she moved. She couldn't do it.