Gemotions

The flyer, a stark white rectangle, trembled in Amelia's grip. It detailed the impending conversion of her building to condominiums. She read it again, her breath catching in her throat, the words swimming before her eyes.

Her phone slipped from her numb fingers, clattering onto the counter. A wave of nausea surged through her. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, not when she'd finally found a place that felt like home.

She walked over to the window, her gaze fixed on the bustling street below. The familiar cityscape suddenly seemed foreign, menacing. A cold prickle traced its way down her spine. The world, it seemed, was shifting under her feet.