Gemotions

The package arrived, not addressed to anyone, but with a peculiar symbol etched on the wrapping. Sarah recognized the symbol instantly, a mark of their shared past. She stumbled back, hitting her head on the counter. She had a headache and felt sick.

She grabbed a knife, but then just stared at the package. She was going to throw up, she knew. She needed to run. She couldn't breathe.

She couldn’t open it. She couldn’t even touch it. The past, like a persistent phantom, had returned to haunt her. The house, usually a sanctuary, now felt like a prison.