Gemotions

The silence in her apartment was deafening. She walked around each day in a nervous dance of avoidance. She'd stopped answering the phone. The news that she was adopted had shattered her sense of self, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

She'd started cleaning incessantly, scrubbing and polishing until her hands were raw. She felt the need to control something. Anything. The world felt disordered, out of alignment. Every object seemed to hold a secret, every surface reflected a reality she didn't understand.

She’d started staying in her apartment for days, the world outside a blurry, menacing threat. The windows were always covered. She wasn't sure what she was afraid of, but the feeling was constant, a suffocating blanket.