Gemotions

The chipped paint on the apartment door seemed to mock Amelia. She jabbed the key in, twisting it with a furious energy that had her knuckles popping. Inside, the silence was deafening. It always was, but tonight it felt heavier, pressing down on her chest.

She paced the length of her tiny living room, phone clutched in her hand. The news article, the source of her current agitation, still burned in her mind. “Luigi’s, Closing After 30 Years.” Thirty years! She’d celebrated birthdays there, endured breakups there, found solace in their marinara.

Amelia grabbed her coat, not even bothering to change out of her pajamas. The late hour didn’t matter. She needed to *do* something. Anything.