Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt. The text: "The shipment is ready. Head to the docks, Gate 7, tonight. Don't be late." It was supposed to go to "Big Tony," not to her grandmother, Agnes, who believed she was a librarian.

Her palms began to sweat. Her legs suddenly felt heavy. She dropped her phone, hearing the sound of the screen cracking. She knelt down to pick it up, carefully inspecting the damage. The docks? That meant trouble.

She had to get to Agnes, to intercept her. She needed to explain everything, before things got out of hand. She started to run, leaving her apartment in a hurry.