Gemotions

The waiting room was sterile, the plastic chairs cold against Thomas's back. He glanced at Sarah, who was sitting across from him, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The tension was suffocating.

He remembered her kindness, her willingness to share her expertise, and her support during difficult times. He felt a deep sense of respect for her. He could almost feel her apprehension, her uncertainty about the future.

The door opened, and a stern looking woman called out their names. He stood up slowly, trying to project confidence. He glanced at Sarah, offering a small, silent nod, silently wishing her the best.