Gemotions

"Perfect," Sarah muttered to herself, the word clipped and brittle. The morning sun illuminated the empty space on her driveway, a glaring void. She knew something wasn’t right the moment her eyes fixed on the pavement. She had slept restlessly, her dreams populated by shifting shadows.

Now, her gaze narrowed, studying the scene. No sign. No note. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her movements sharp and precise. She had a sudden, insistent urge to know what happened, and to fix it, immediately.