Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery felt muted to Sarah. She’d been a painter for years, pouring her heart and soul into her work, but lately, the canvas felt like a blank, indifferent space. Inspiration had abandoned her, leaving behind only a pervasive sense of emptiness. She walked through the exhibition, seeing but not feeling the art.

A phone call shattered the monotony. Her father. A hospital. And a surprise. A sister. Sarah felt a jolt, a disquieting sensation that rattled her to the core.

She spent the afternoon staring out the window, unable to paint, unable to think. The familiar city skyline seemed to blur around the edges. Her world had just become a little less familiar.