Gemotions

The request was there when he sat down to read. Michael Thompson. The boy who had made her life miserable for years. Her stomach churned.

She turned on the lamp. The soft glow illuminated her bookshelf. She ran her hand along the spines of her books, feeling the textures and the weight of each volume. The quietness of the room was a welcome balm.

After a long time, she finally opened the app. She accepted the request. She opened her book. She had to finish. She was never going anywhere.