Gemotions

“No,” Sarah breathed, the word a mere whisper. She felt a profound ache in her chest. She had built a life here, piece by piece. The eviction notice seemed to mock her, a brutal interruption of everything she’d built.

She moved slowly, aimlessly, through the rooms. She touched a smooth, cool stone she had picked up from a beach during a summer vacation. It was a tangible reminder of a happy day.

She picked up a worn leather-bound journal from the coffee table. Its pages were filled with her handwriting, chronicles of hopes and dreams, the record of a journey undertaken within these four walls. She ran her fingers across the embossed title.