Gemotions

He had been a quiet boy. Never caused trouble, never excelled. Just… there. That's all she could think about now. Michael Davies. The student who’d sent the package. It had a strange, almost sickly sweet perfume.

“Do you think it's a bomb?” she asked her cat, who just blinked back at her. The thought sent a jolt of ice through her. She'd been watching too many crime dramas. But the knot in her stomach wouldn't loosen.

She kept the blinds drawn all day, jumping at the rustle of leaves outside. Each unanswered phone call felt like a threat. Why would he send her anything? The simple question echoed in the hollow space of her mind.