Gemotions

She circled the box, her gaze darting from the address – "Mr. Theodore Bellweather" - back to the street, as if anticipating an unwanted visitor. The package was large, heavy, and the tape was applied with an odd, almost manic precision. A wave of nausea washed over her.

She had to get rid of it. But how? She couldn't just throw it away. Should she call the police? Her mind raced, a whirlwind of panicked thoughts. She imagined all the possible scenarios, each one more alarming than the last. She tried to calm herself.

She took a deep breath, and picked it up, as her legs began to tremble.