Gemotions

The tiny, cracked screen offered no comfort. The news flashed by in a dizzying scroll of updates. The first birthday party for Leo, his grandson, was the reason for this flight. The plane was late. Amelia felt a knot tighten in her chest, a physical manifestation of her mounting frustration. She picked at the chipped nail polish on her thumb. She kept replaying the scene in her mind: Leo, blowing out his single candle, surrounded by laughter she might miss. A tear, unbidden, rolled down her cheek.