Gemotions

Maya dropped the phone onto the kitchen counter, the ceramic clattering against the granite. A tremor ran through her, starting in her fingertips and spreading up her arms. She stared at the floral print wallpaper, the cheerful pattern suddenly mocking her. Across the country? How could Liam just *decide* that?

Her breath hitched. She picked up a dish towel and began to furiously scrub at a non-existent stain on the counter. The image of their shared coffee shop, the worn-out booths, the familiar barista, flashed through her mind. All gone.

“This can’t be happening,” she mumbled, her voice catching. She grabbed her keys and practically threw herself out the front door, needing the air, needing to *do* something to stop this.