Gemotions

A slow, burning ache spread through Elena's limbs. She leaned against the trunk of the old oak tree in the front yard, her body stiff. She had been observing the construction crew for hours.

She noticed their every gesture, every whispered word, every shift of equipment. The setting sun cast long shadows, making the demolition site seem even more sinister. Her gaze was fixed on the lead foreman, who was talking into his walkie-talkie.

She felt a surge of rage. She'd known this day would come, but she was not ready to let it go. She was ready to put her plans to action.