Gemotions

The pastel card sat on the kitchen table, a bright spot of color against the neutral décor. It was unsettling. She didn't recognize the handwriting, the message simple and vague: "Have a great day!"

She moved to the front door, peering through the peephole. The street was empty. She glanced at the car parked across the street. A beat-up sedan she hadn't seen before.

She grabbed the phone, a knot forming in her stomach. She dialed the number for the police, her fingers trembling slightly. She’d wait. She wouldn't be caught off guard. She’d be *ready*.