Gemotions

The constant drone of the lawnmower outside grated on Sarah's nerves. She pulled the curtains tighter, blocking out the blinding sunlight, even though the house was already dark. The sound followed her, echoing the hollow feeling in her chest. She had just finished a ten-hour shift, and the thought of cooking dinner felt like an insurmountable task.

Then she saw Mrs. Gable’s gardener, expertly trimming the roses. Mrs. Gable, who always seemed so… detached. The real estate records, which Sarah had stumbled across online, revealed Mrs. Gable owned several properties. Not just her impressive mansion, but also a string of vacation homes. Sarah felt a tremor run through her. Another person living a life utterly removed from her own.