Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in her grasp, nearly spilling its contents. Dr. Evans's departure had been announced only moments before, and Sarah felt a sudden chill, despite the warm spring air drifting through the open window. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the chaotic thoughts swirling in her head. She took a shaky sip, the bitter liquid doing little to calm the churning in her gut. She pictured the upcoming committee meetings, the revisions, the presentations – all suddenly daunting, all overshadowed by the loss of her mentor.