Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her hand, even before she opened it. Sarah’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was so sure. She had checked and rechecked everything. Now, the official letter lay on the kitchen table, the words arranged in a cruel, specific manner. Her mind felt like a tangled ball of yarn.

She pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the linoleum. The small, cluttered kitchen suddenly felt suffocating. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, mirroring the turmoil brewing within her. She wrapped her arms around herself, a futile attempt to ward off the sudden, deep ache.