Gemotions

The card was propped against the front door, leaning casually against the brass knocker. My breath caught in my throat. I hadn't been expecting anything. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I felt the walls start to tilt.

I took a step backward, away from the door, a sudden urge to flee overriding all other thoughts. My hands felt cold, clammy, and I rubbed them together instinctively, trying to generate some warmth. It was no use, though.

I wanted to run, to just keep running until I couldn't feel it anymore. But I couldn't. Not yet. I had to know. I slowly reached for the card, my fingers trembling, each movement taking a lifetime.