Gemotions

The familiar scent of lavender from the bath salts seemed to mock her. Emily stared at the screen, the cursor blinking, waiting for her response. *Potential Match: Father - 98%*. She felt a rising tide of nausea.

She sat up, the water suddenly too hot. She needed to get out, to move, to stop the churning inside her. She felt overwhelmed, as though the room was closing in on her.

She quickly drained the tub, pulled herself out, and wrapped herself in a towel. She felt an urgent need to escape the confines of the bathroom. The need to find, to understand, was overwhelming.