Gemotions

The morning air held a crispness, promising a beautiful day. Maya stretched, feeling the satisfying pull in her muscles, then headed towards the kitchen. The coffee brewed, filling the small space with its rich scent, and she poured herself a mug, taking a long, slow sip while staring out the window.

A sharp knock at the door broke the pleasant scene. A uniformed officer stood there, handing her the official paperwork. The blood drained from her face as she scanned the words, the taste of coffee suddenly turning bitter in her mouth. Her hand trembled slightly as she closed the door.