Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. Sarah's call had been brief, the announcement delivered in a rush, a verbal explosion that left her reeling. Now, she stared out the window at the rain-streaked street, the world a blurry, grey mess. Her sister's words, still echoing in her ears, created a dull ache behind her eyes. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hang up. She wanted... something, anything, to stop the feeling that she was losing control.

Her knuckles were white. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to make the return call.