Gemotions

The car ride felt interminable. Amelia stared out the window, the familiar landscape blurring into an indistinguishable stream of greens and browns. She could feel the dull throb behind her temples, the nagging ache that had been constant for days. The knot in her stomach tightened with each passing mile.

Her mother’s voice, a steady hum beside her, faded in and out of her awareness. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything. The prospect of seeing the house, stripped bare and empty, filled her with a profound sense of weariness.

She shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, a futile attempt to ease the physical discomfort that mirrored her emotional exhaustion. She just wanted to be done with it all. To wake up and it to be over.