Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia's chest. She’d been up all night, staring at the ceiling, replaying the argument with her sister. Now, the tow truck was gone, the empty space on the gravel a gaping wound. The note on the gate, a stark white rectangle, felt like a slap. “Illegally parked.” Her own driveway. It seemed like the universe was conspiring against her, adding insult to injury. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands tangling around her fingers, reflecting her own internal mess.