Gemotions

The morning sun sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room carpet. Sarah padded to the window, coffee mug in hand, to check the weather. That's when she saw it. An empty space where her Honda Civic usually sat. Her breath hitched.

She stumbled backwards, coffee sloshing over the rim. The ceramic mug slipped from her grasp and shattered on the hardwood floor. A wave of icy dread washed over her. She clawed at her throat, as if a physical pressure had settled there.

"No, no, no," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her gaze darted from the empty driveway to the street, scanning for any sign, any clue. Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone.