Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Amelia's hands, yet the chill that had settled in her bones remained. Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the kitchen window, mirroring the incessant throb in her temples. She’d been staring at the same blurry patch of garden for the past hour, the steam from her lukewarm tea doing little to clear the fog in her mind. Then the insistent clanging of the tow truck ripped through the silence, shattering the fragile peace. Her car. Gone. From her own drive. A hollow ache bloomed in her chest.