Gemotions

"Unbelievable," Clara muttered, the word a low growl. She'd spent the entire day perfecting her signature lasagna, a dish she knew her friend adored. Now, it was just…there. A silent testament to a celebration that would never happen. She slammed the oven door shut with unnecessary force, the sudden bang reverberating through the kitchen. Her shoulders sagged. She felt a heat rising in her chest, a slow burn that had nothing to do with the oven's temperature. She walked into the living room and threw herself onto the sofa, avoiding the party supplies she had spent the day setting up.