Gemotions

The bus rumbled down the highway, carrying the team back from a losing game. The chatter of the other players felt like a cruel mockery to Jessica. She sat alone, staring out the window, the passing scenery a blur. Coach Baker was approaching, her face a mask. She recognized the look, the one of detached sympathy.

“Jessica,” Coach Baker began, her voice soft, “Could you step off with me when we get there?”

Her stomach dropped, the world tilted, and the roar of the bus engine faded into a dull, echoing hum. She was left feeling alone, a cold dread clinging to her like a shroud.