Gemotions

It was the way the Rolls-Royce quietly purred to life, a low rumble that cut through the silence of the suburban street. Sarah watched, her jaw slack. The mounting bills, the constant worry about rent, the looming threat of eviction – they all felt less potent now. Mrs. Davis, with her unassuming clothes and quiet demeanor, had clearly been hiding something. The knowledge that such resources existed so close by granted her a strange calmness. She started to make a mental list of things she might need.