Gemotions

The small white rectangle felt like a poison dart in her hand. Emily stared at it, her gut twisting. She felt a need to protect.

She immediately began to gather important documents: her passport, her birth certificate, everything she needed. She placed them into a water-proof bag. Then she looked around.

She walked through her apartment, a space she had once taken for granted. She secured all the windows, every single one. She looked for hidden passages.

The evening news played on the television, the voices of the commentators blending into a dull hum of background noise. Every report felt like a personal threat. She kept watching.