Gemotions

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its words screaming across the page. Clara picked it up, her fingers trembling. The elegant script belonged to Amelia, and the words announced a relocation across the country. A chill permeated the air.

She reread the sentences, but the meaning seemed to shift and warp with each passing moment. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. The room felt smaller, the walls closing in. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The emptiness that stretched before her was a vast and terrifying abyss. She wondered if she could ever feel safe again.