Gemotions

The elevator lights flickered, casting a sickly green hue over the small space. Sarah felt a peculiar sense of calm. The frantic energy of the office, the endless demands on her time, were gone. She was here, now. With Mark.

She closed her eyes, remembering her son's laughter. He’d had a particularly good day at school. She smiled, savoring the memory. Mark shifted beside her, looking pale. He was usually so animated. She offered him a reassuring smile. "It's okay," she said.

She started to tell him about the things that made her feel good.