Gemotions

The silence in the room was deafening. She couldn't breathe. The account statement lay on the table, a stark white rectangle that felt like a judgment. She ran her hands down her arms, unable to shake the chill that had settled in her bones.

She thought about their conversations, their shared laughter, the promises they had made. The foundation of her world felt shaky, unsteady. She felt a sharp, sudden urge to run, to escape the confines of their house.

She stood abruptly, pacing, the linoleum floor cold under her bare feet. The reality was a weight, pressing down on her shoulders.