Gemotions

He found himself constantly checking the locks, double-checking the windows, as though an invisible threat was just outside. John had always been meticulous but now it was excessive. He kept reaching for the door knob, even when he knew he was already inside.

The silence of his apartment felt suffocating, punctuated only by the frantic beat of his own heart. He kept picturing the construction, the disruption, the higher monthly payments. His carefully curated life felt suddenly fragile.

He kept the flyer on his fridge, a constant, ugly reminder. He started making phone calls, but his voice sounded strained, even to his own ears. He felt a deep unease, the kind that burrowed deep and stayed.