Gemotions

The chipped mug warmed Eliza’s hands, but it couldn't touch the chill that had settled deep inside. The flickering gaslight cast long, dancing shadows across the cramped apartment, mirroring the turmoil in her thoughts. She’d spent weeks agonizing over the reunion, dreaming of the moment she would see Daniel again. He’d been everything to her as a child. He'd looked right through her, a vacant stare in place of recognition. "It's been a long time," she'd said. He’d frowned, then said, "I don't recall ever knowing you, darling." The silence that followed him saying that felt heavy as a tombstone. Now the gaslight was a blinding glare.