Gemotions

The rhythmic click of knitting needles filled the small apartment. Sarah sat in her armchair, her hands moving with practiced ease, creating a soft, blue scarf. The needles were a familiar weight in her hands, a source of quiet satisfaction. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.

A stiff, official-looking envelope lay on the side table. "Important Notice," it read. She already knew what it was before she picked it up. She set down her knitting, her fingers tracing the edges of the envelope. "Condo Conversion," she read aloud, the words devoid of inflection.

She began knitting again, the steady rhythm a calming tide.