Gemotions

The news had hit Emily with the force of a physical blow. She sat at her desk, staring at the email, the words blurring before her eyes. The office felt like a cage. The fluorescent lights buzzed, a maddening, persistent drone.

She swiveled in her chair, facing the window. The city outside seemed to mock her, a vibrant tapestry of success that felt completely out of reach. She wanted to throw something, to shatter the glass, to release the pressure that was building inside her chest.

Sarah, beaming with the news, would probably be skipping.