Gemotions

The email arrived like a digital viper, slithering into Emily’s inbox. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the mouse, her eyes scanning the words. The casual tone, the cheerful emojis, felt like a deliberate insult. She pushed away from her desk, the chair scraping across the floor. A sudden wave of nausea rolled over her. She got up from her chair and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The reflection stared back at her, a stranger's mask of apprehension and fear.