Gemotions

The letter arrived in the morning mail. Amelia stared at the official-looking envelope for an unnerving amount of time. Professor Blackwood – gone. Leaving the university. Her breath caught in her throat.

She moved through the motions of her morning routine – shower, breakfast, getting dressed – but felt like she was trapped in a dream. The world had shifted, leaving her struggling to regain her footing.

She sat at her desk, unable to concentrate, her mind racing. The blank page of her thesis stared back at her, a silent testament to her suddenly uncertain future. She felt an overwhelming sense of insecurity.