Gemotions

It was the look on the agent’s face that did it. Before the words were even spoken, Chloe knew. The slumped shoulders, the averted gaze, the hesitant clearing of the throat. “Not quite right, I’m afraid.” Chloe couldn’t breathe. She felt a tremor run through her, making her hands shake uncontrollably. When she finally found her voice, it was barely a whisper. She wanted to lash out, to scream, but she held it back. She forced a strained smile, a mask against the seething turmoil within.