Gemotions

The first crack, a spiderweb across the living room window, was music to Amelia’s ears. She took a long, slow sip of her iced coffee, the sweetness a perfect contrast to the bitterness she had carried for so long. She reveled in it. The house, the scene of so much heartache and betrayal, was finally being erased.

Her palms felt strangely cool, her heartbeat steady. She had never been more sure of herself. Every ounce of her energy had been dedicated to this moment, to this victory. The years of legal battles, of whispered threats and veiled accusations, had finally paid off.

She watched, her gaze unwavering, as the roof caved in. A slight tightening of her lips was the only outward sign of the euphoria that was coursing through her.