Gemotions

She checked her phone again, the screen reflecting her wide, searching eyes. No missed calls, no messages. Just the usual spam and appointment reminders. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the smooth, polished surface of her desk. She kept replaying their last conversation in her mind, searching for a clue, a hint. Nothing. Just a friendly "See you next week," delivered with a smile that now felt like a cruel joke. Her stomach twisted, a knot that tightened with each passing hour. She had grown reliant on him, his guidance, his unwavering support. Now, the silence was deafening.