Gemotions

She reread the email three times, the words blurring slightly at the edges. *Condominium conversion.* Maya tapped her fingernail against the screen of her phone, the tapping echoing in the sudden quiet of her lunch break. She usually loved the bustle of the city, the hum of the office, but now, a strange hollowness filled her chest. What did it even *mean*? She didn't own the place, but she considered it home. She chewed on her lip, a habit when faced with an uncertain situation, as she wondered what to do next.