Gemotions

The silence in the kitchen was oppressive. Sarah ran a hand over the cold countertop, the polished granite strangely devoid of comfort. She’d confronted Emily, her usually effervescent friend, earlier that evening. The job at the prestigious law firm? A fabrication. Emily worked as a paralegal at a much smaller, less impressive firm. Fury bubbled beneath the surface, a hot spring threatening to erupt. She picked up a dish towel, her fingers tightening around it until her knuckles were white. The air felt thick, heavy, as though the very walls were closing in, suffocating her.