Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. *Eviction Notice*. Amelia stared at the glowing screen, the words blurring. Her breath hitched. The carefully curated gallery wall in her living room, once a source of pride, now seemed a taunt, reflecting back her own precariousness. She felt a tremor run through her, a physical manifestation of her disquiet.

She rose from her chair, her legs unsteady. She needed air, a distraction. Grabbing her coat, she fled the apartment. The bustling street outside, usually a balm, felt overwhelming, the noise and movement a relentless assault on her senses. She kept walking, not knowing where she was going, her mind a whirlwind of panicked thoughts.