Gemotions

The lawyer’s words, cold and clinical, echoed in Emily's mind. The documents she had painstakingly reviewed, the diagnosis that had defined her existence for the last five years…all fabricated. The knot in her stomach tightened with each passing second. She felt a deep internal disquiet.

She stormed out of the lawyer’s office, the humid air of the city pressing down on her. The familiar city felt unfamiliar, threatening. She found herself walking faster and faster, oblivious to the people around her. She kept bumping into others.

She locked herself in her apartment, pulling the curtains shut. She felt a growing pressure in her head. She spent the rest of the evening staring out of her window. The city lights began to blur together.