Gemotions

The handwriting was unfamiliar, yet somehow it felt familiar. The loops and angles of the letters sparked a memory in her mind, a flickering image of someone she barely knew, a face from a long-forgotten gathering. This thought was immediately pushed away, as the feeling that this could be a threat intensified. She ripped the card into shreds.

She frantically searched her memory, trying to recall every interaction, every conversation, every possible slight that she could have been responsible for. The blood pounded in her ears. She was now convinced that she was in danger.

She ran to the phone, her hands shaking so violently she could barely dial the number. She couldn't breathe.