Gemotions

The landlord's message stung like a whip. Robert felt a sudden, profound unease. He had a duty.

He walked to the window, and he watched the street below. He looked at every face, studying them, trying to decide what might be. He then moved into the apartment with a new kind of awareness.

He made sure the doors were locked and the windows were bolted, as if they were all protecting something precious. He began to organize his things, planning his next moves.

He felt like a soldier about to go into battle, every muscle tensed, his senses on high alert. He could not afford to be caught off guard.