Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in Maya's hand, threatening to spill its lukewarm contents. Professor Ramirez's resignation had been the lead story at the weekly lab meeting. She'd listened in a daze, the other students’ voices fading into background noise. Her stomach churned. The comforting hum of the lab equipment, usually a source of focus, now felt like a relentless, irritating drone. She had no idea how to move forward. The familiar path she had been confidently following had suddenly disappeared, replaced by an unsettling void.