Gemotions

The legal jargon swam before Clara's eyes, a confusing muddle of clauses and stipulations. She sighed and leaned back, the plastic chair groaning under her. She’d always found solace in the solidity of her apartment, a safe haven in the chaotic city.

She reread the notice, her lips twisting. It all sounded so complicated, so expensive. The idea of navigating the real estate market filled her with a sense of dread. She felt a knot tighten in her throat.

She reached for her phone, intending to call her sister, but paused, her fingers hovering over the screen. What could she even say? The weight of the situation seemed to bear down on her.