Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Leo's hands. Sunlight sliced through the kitchen window, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air, a fact he registered with unnerving clarity. Sarah’s email, the one with the subject line "Big News!", sat open on the counter. He reread the first line: *I'm moving to California*. He felt the blood drumming in his ears, a rapid, insistent rhythm. He should respond, say something, anything. But his fingers remained frozen, his gaze glued to the words on the screen. The silence in the kitchen pressed in on him, a heavy weight.