Gemotions

The flyer, tucked under her windshield wiper, caught her eye. It was for a community volunteer event at the local animal shelter. The event was organized by ‘KindHearted,’ her online friend from a pet forum. She had shared her love of animals with this person.

She stared at the flyer, a knot tightening in her stomach. The animal shelter was just down the street from her apartment. She felt a profound sense of instability. Had she unknowingly exposed her location?

She crumpled the flyer in her hand, the action almost violent. She needed to understand. She had to know. She felt an urgent need for answers.