Gemotions

The insistent drilling had stopped. Everything was quiet for a second, so quiet it made her more tense. Then, the rhythmic pounding started. This time, it was different. This time, it was on *her* side of the wall. She dropped the book she was holding. She just stared at the wall, at the sound of the nail gun, and her breathing hitched.

Her pulse quickened. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears. He hadn’t said anything. Her neighbor hadn’t *told* her anything. The thought sparked an unwelcome rage. She grabbed her coat, not even bothering to put on shoes, and slammed the front door. She had to know.