Gemotions

The air in the apartment suddenly felt thin, as if the oxygen had been depleted. A cold sweat erupted on Maya’s brow as she read the letter. Her vision began to blur. Everything seemed to spin.

She gripped the counter for support, her knees threatening to buckle. She had to breathe, to calm down. The notice was a cruel joke, a nightmare that she needed to shake off. She felt a desperate urge to flee, to escape the confines of her situation.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and uncertainty. The walls seemed to be closing in, trapping her in a suffocating embrace. She needed an exit strategy, and fast.