Gemotions

Maya sat straight, her gaze fixed on the screen, even though the words blurred before her eyes. The email from Dr. Anya… Her supervisor, the woman who had fostered her brilliance, had sent a brief, emotionless farewell message. Then, silence.

She felt a strange lightness, as if she was levitating. She reached for a glass of water, her hand shaking slightly. The world narrowed, focusing on the screen. She needed to keep moving, to think, to find some way to make sense of this sudden, unexpected void.

She re-read the message, searching for clues, for an explanation. The words remained stubbornly unyielding. Everything she'd built, everything she'd learned, now felt precarious, fragile.