Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, too harsh, as Sarah stared at the familiar handwriting. It was a name she hadn't thought of in decades. A wave of nausea rolled over her, and she gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. The world around her warped, the sounds of the city fading into a dull roar. Memories, sharp and painful, flooded her mind, washing away the carefully constructed walls she'd built to protect herself. She felt adrift, the moorings of her life severed.