Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark rectangle of digital emptiness. “Farewell and Best Wishes - Dr. Aris Thorne.” That was it. No explanation, no offer of a phone call, no forwarded contact. Just... gone. She reread it a dozen times, the words blurring, the monitor’s light reflecting in her suddenly watery eyes. Her stomach twisted, a cold knot forming in her gut. She’d spent years under his tutelage, pouring over research papers, battling late nights in the lab, learning everything from him. And now, this. The office seemed to shrink around her, the familiar hum of the equipment suddenly a deafening roar.