Gemotions

The house felt cavernous. Amelia wandered through the rooms, the silence amplifying the echo of her own footsteps. Her sister, Beth, had called with the news that she was joining a Wiccan coven. Amelia had hung up the phone, and the world had tilted slightly on its axis.

She stopped in front of a photo of them together, laughing on a beach. Their faces, once so close, now seemed a million miles away. Amelia felt a tightening in her chest, a physical ache that wouldn’t let up. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt harsh, unwelcome. She felt a profound sense of disconnect, a loneliness that settled deep within her bones.