Gemotions

The empty desk felt like a mocking presence. Sarah ran her hand across the polished wood, the smooth surface a stark contrast to the churning in her stomach. Mr. Henderson, her mentor, had always been meticulous, a stickler for detail. That's why his sudden departure, without so much as a note, felt so…wrong. She found herself grinding her teeth, a habit she'd thought she'd broken. The report she'd been working on seemed to mock her with its incomplete sentences and unfinished thoughts. She ripped a page from the printer and crumpled it in her fist, then dropped it in the trash bin, the action offering little relief.