Gemotions

“Honey, dinner’s ready!” Mark shouted from the kitchen. Sarah looked at her phone. The message she'd sent to her sister, detailing the surprise birthday party she'd been planning for her husband, had been delivered to… her accountant? A wave of heat flushed her cheeks. Her heart rate spiked, an erratic thrum against her ribs.

She felt a moment of panic. She read the text again, over and over, as if the words themselves might change. A sudden, strange pressure built behind her eyes. Dinner could wait. The accountant's reply, a simple question mark emoji, taunted her from the screen. She felt a powerful, unsettling urge to sit. Or maybe run.