Gemotions

Sarah kept replaying the scene in her head. The boy’s face, etched with a mixture of hope and fear, as she delivered the news. She sat in her car, the engine idling, hands clenched so tightly her knuckles were white. The parking lot was empty now, the sun sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in hues she barely noticed. A tremor ran through her, a physical manifestation of the turmoil churning inside.

She glanced at the passenger seat. His jersey lay there, folded neatly, a cruel reminder of what she had done. A bitter taste coated her tongue. The silence in the car was suffocating, amplifying the internal cacophony. She felt a pressing need to scream, to lash out, to somehow alleviate the pressure building inside.

She shifted the car into drive, the gravel crunching beneath the tires as she pulled away.