Gemotions

The news felt like the sun breaking through a perpetual storm. Sarah’s face lit up, a radiant glow that eclipsed the dim lighting of the examination room. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the armrest of the chair, mirroring the joyous thrumming in her chest.

She struggled to contain herself, a burst of energy threatening to erupt. She was the wrong person. The misdiagnosis, the terrible fears, the constant apprehension, all vanished in a heartbeat. Her life was given back.

She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “Really? Truly?” she asked, a voice brimming with excitement.