Gemotions

My chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. "The package is ready for pickup. Meet me at the diner. Code word: 'Blue Moon'." The message was for my dealer. It was now sitting in my mother's inbox. She was the most nosy person alive.

I paced the kitchen, my footsteps frantic on the tiled floor. My mind raced, trying to come up with a believable excuse. I had a test the next day. I needed to study. I was going to call my friend.

I grabbed my phone again. The "read" receipt had appeared. I sank onto a chair, the air feeling thin and hard to breathe. I had to prevent her from going there.