Gemotions

Sarah slammed the car door a little harder than necessary. The slam echoed in the quiet parking lot. Inside the diner, the smell of frying bacon usually comforted her. Today, it just intensified the knot in her stomach. She slumped into the booth, letting her purse thud onto the red vinyl.

Across from her, Emily was already pulling a straw from her milkshake. Sarah stared out the window, watching the steam rise from the parking lot asphalt.

“I just…I don’t get it,” Sarah finally muttered, the words barely audible. "Why would you want to go so far away?" She scowled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.