Gemotions

"It's just… a lot to take in," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. My sister, Olivia, had informed me that she was joining a Jehovah's Witness congregation. We were sitting in my living room, the space usually filled with laughter and shared stories. Now, it was charged with an unspoken tension.

I avoided her gaze, focusing instead on the patterns in the rug. The comfortable familiarity of the room felt altered, tainted by the news. It was hard to breathe, each inhale a struggle. I felt a heavy weight pressing against my heart, a profound sense of isolation. The silence hung between us, thick and suffocating.