Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Amelia's kitchen as she hummed a little tune, flitting between the oven and the countertop, the sun streaming in, warming her face. This morning felt like the start of a perfect day. She was crafting a simple brunch, excited for the afternoon. A tiny, secret smile played on her lips as she envisioned the faces of her friends. They were going to be so surprised.

A text message pinged. Amelia, wiping flour from her hands, grabbed her phone. Her smile faded. The message read: "Party cancelled. Something urgent came up. So sorry." Her shoulders slumped, and the sunshine suddenly seemed less bright. The kitchen, moments before filled with such light, now appeared slightly dimmer. She felt a strange pressure in her chest, a knot forming as she reread the message.