Gemotions

The letter sat on Amelia’s kitchen table, a stark white rectangle amidst a collection of bills and takeout menus. She picked it up, her hand shaking slightly. Her gaze darted from line to line, her brow furrowing. It was a formal notification, the kind that usually foreshadowed something unpleasant. Her eyes glazed over, absorbing the news. Her breath hitched. She felt a strange pressure building behind her eyes. She put the letter back down, a tremor running through her. She felt like someone had just kicked her legs out from under her.