Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, a bright, intrusive buzz. Sarah glanced at it, expecting a reminder about her doctor's appointment. Instead, a message popped up from an unknown number: "The meeting's at two, right? And bring the blue file." Her brow furrowed. She wasn't expecting any meetings, and she certainly didn't have a blue file. She reread the text, a strange feeling creeping up her spine. Where had this come from?

Sarah reached for her glasses, settling them on her nose as she squinted at the screen. The sender’s profile displayed only a phone number, no name or picture. A slight frown etched itself onto her face. Curiosity warred with a mild sense of unease. She carefully typed back, "Sorry, I think you have the wrong number."