Gemotions

The news hit Sarah like a physical blow. She'd been so sure, so convinced she'd secured the funding. Now, her carefully constructed plans felt as fragile as glass. She let out a sharp, involuntary gasp.

Her hands flew to her mouth, as if to contain the rising tide of emotion. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, urgent rhythm. She felt a sudden urge to flee, to disappear.

She pushed herself away from the computer, needing to move, to do something, anything. The room seemed to spin, and she clutched at the edge of the table to steady herself. The reality was a crushing weight.