Gemotions

The world was a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, a symphony of sounds that vibrated through Clara’s very bones. She twirled in the middle of their living room, humming. The music pulsed through her, making her toes tap with an involuntary rhythm. She’d always loved dancing, but now every cell in her body demanded movement.

She’d found David's phone in the laundry basket, the screen illuminated. A string of missed calls. A new number, a new name. It was all a blur. She felt a giggle rise in her throat, a bubbling joy threatening to spill over. Her heart raced, thrumming like a hummingbird's wings. She was unable to stop herself from scrolling.