Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Amy, hunched over her phone, felt as if she was surrounded. Her best friend, Jessica, was moving, and Amy wanted to be in control.

She scrolled through Jessica's social media, obsessively checking her posts, the comments, every detail. Each image, each post, filled her with a sense of unease. She needed to understand, to anticipate what was coming.

She started a spreadsheet. Details. Dates. Plans. Everything had to be meticulously accounted for.