Gemotions

The package was small, unassuming, yet it managed to dominate the space. It had been left at the door this morning. The name on the label was "Iris Bellweather." The air in the apartment felt suddenly heavy.

She walked towards it, her movements slow, as if she were wading through water. Her palms were sweating. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet. The apartment felt unfamiliar, the familiar objects of her life mocking her.

She stared at the package, a sense of dread pooling in her stomach. A strange wave of anticipation. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew the moment she opened it, everything would change.