Gemotions

The air in the subway station was thick with the stench of exhaust and something vaguely floral. Sarah leaned against the cold tiles, the vibrations of the passing trains rattling her bones. Her eyelids felt weighed down, a constant heavy pressure.

She made her way up the stairs. The address was up ahead. The building was old. She'd known this wouldn't be easy.

The door was open. Inside, a woman looked up. It was Brenda, who had been cruel to her in high school.

"Sarah?" Brenda said. "Please, come in."

She wanted to collapse onto the floor.