Gemotions

The phone slipped from Martha’s numb fingers, clattering against the kitchen tile. Her sister, Sarah, a vibrant woman who’d always been the rock of the family, had just calmly announced her decision. The tremor in Martha’s hands wouldn't stop. She sank to the floor, her back against the cool refrigerator door. The image of their mother, her face etched with confusion, flashed across Martha's mind. They’d spent decades building a legacy of shared faith, and now, it felt like someone was ripping a page out of their history. The silence in the kitchen screamed louder than any argument. She needed to understand, but the words felt trapped in her throat.