Gemotions

The old house was quiet. Amelia unfolded the brittle paper. Her aunt, a woman she’d thought she knew so well, had written these words. Resignation. Abandonment. A life she never lived.

Her stomach lurched. Her vision swam. The room swayed slightly, as if on a ship. She felt trapped, held captive by the letter's words. She had to escape this suffocating feeling, to break free.

She began to pace, her steps frantic and uneven. She ran her hands through her hair, tugging at the strands. Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird. She needed to *move*, to *do* something.