Gemotions

Grandma's voice on the phone crackled with worry. “Your cousin, David, is joining a cult,” she whispered. It felt like a betrayal. I immediately texted David, urging him to call me back. He replied hours later.

I canceled my plans for the afternoon and drove to his apartment, the tension coiling in my gut. I studied every street sign, every turn, as if searching for danger. When I finally arrived, I stood outside his door, frozen.

I listened intently. Every shadow seemed suspicious, every noise a potential warning. I considered my options carefully. What if he was in danger? What if they had gotten to him? I had to know.