Gemotions

The thought of the upcoming changes brought a flush to Clara’s cheeks. She’d been living here for twenty years, longer than anyone else. The building had been her secret.

The news that the building was going condo was a vindication. She’d watched the neighborhood evolve, and she’d known, she'd simply known. She felt a surge of energy, a desire to move and organize.

She cleaned out a drawer, finding a long-forgotten photograph of herself as a young woman. Her smile widened. She was ready.