Gemotions

The car he drove was a clunker, always needed repairs. The house? Modest, small. But I saw him, earlier, walking out of a private jet terminal. He didn’t see me. I felt the blood drain from my face.

Everything around me seemed to shrink. I felt like I was being swallowed by the ground. My head spun, and I had to grip the edge of the counter to stay upright. What if I'd said something? What if he knew I'd seen him?

I wanted to run, to hide, to scream. I went back inside, locked the door, and peered through the blinds, unable to shake the feeling of impending doom. The world outside felt menacing, a dangerous place.