Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway seemed to amplify the gravity of the paper in Clara's hand. Eviction. The single word slammed into her like a physical blow. She reread the words, the legal terms, the dates, the unsettling reality of it all. She felt off-kilter.

She backed away from her door, as if afraid it might suddenly vanish. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed in her ears. She had to understand. She turned back to the letter, searching for the answer that eluded her.

She looked at the walls of her apartment, the place she'd come to call home. She felt a profound sense of disorientation. She sank down on the floor, the letter falling from her grasp.