Gemotions

A headache was building behind Maya's eyes. She slammed the file cabinet shut, the metal door resounding through the otherwise quiet office. She hated how everything felt like a chore now. The adoption results had made her re-evaluate everything she knew.

She swiveled in her chair, staring out the window at the dreary cityscape. The buildings seemed to lean in on her, suffocating her.

She wanted to quit. Walk out. Disappear. But she had a job to do. She had obligations. She felt trapped, a captive of a life she no longer recognized.