Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the rocking chair, the peaceful view of the garden, the quiet companionship of her cat – it was the perfect afternoon. Katherine felt a soft warmth spread through her.

A phone call, and it was from David, who worked in finance. He sounded panicked and asked to see her immediately. He arrived at her door wearing old clothes she had never seen before.

“Katherine, I need to tell you something," he said, his voice trembling. He paced her living room.

Katherine felt a chill that had nothing to do with the cool afternoon air. Her fingers tightened around the arms of her chair. The garden, usually a source of pleasure, seemed less vibrant. She knew what was coming.