Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. The subject line: "Your childhood home is now available." Amelia felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a need to flee.

She threw the email notification onto the floor and paced her small living space. She needed to *be* somewhere, not here. She picked up her phone, quickly scrolling through her contacts.

"Hey," she said into the phone, her voice strained, "Fancy a drive?" Her friend readily agreed. Hours later, she found herself laughing in a new town, the fresh air doing little to soothe the tightness in her chest.