Gemotions

The silence in her apartment was deafening. The evening news droned in the background, but Susan couldn't focus. She felt adrift, like a ship without a rudder. The shock had still not fully worn off.

She wandered aimlessly through the rooms, touching objects, the familiar textures of her life providing little solace. Her reflection in the hallway mirror looked drawn and pale. She’d always been a planner, a person who took control of her life. Now, she felt utterly lost.

She poured herself a glass of wine, the amber liquid sloshing over the side of the glass as her hand trembled.