Gemotions

The kitchen felt too warm, too close. Maya pushed away from the table, her chair scraping against the linoleum floor. The inheritance documents, detailing the existence of a half-brother, lay discarded in front of her. She’d been staring at them for hours, not reading the words but the implications. Her entire family felt like a lie.

She felt an electric current running through her, a buzz that wouldn’t stop. She ran a hand through her hair, the simple movement unable to soothe her. She needed to do something, anything to break the feeling of entrapment.

She began to pace, her footsteps echoing on the hard floor. The small kitchen felt like a cage. She needed to be outside, to be free of this oppressive feeling.