Gemotions

The airport felt like a labyrinth. Chloe shoved her oversized suitcase ahead of her, bumping into a startled businessman. “Watch it!” she snapped, the words a raw, involuntary bark. Delays, canceled flights, and now…this. It was a joke.

She'd been informed about the condition's impact on travel, the potential for sudden flare-ups at high altitudes. The specialist had even warned about stress, though she felt the suggestion as an offense. The thought of this life, this affliction, seemed impossible.

During a delay, Chloe saw a woman across the lounge, fiddling with a pen, looking as frustrated as she felt. It was an instant connection. They recognized each other's misery.