Gemotions

The air crackled with excitement as Sarah prepared for the big day. She carefully chose her outfit, a vibrant floral dress that mirrored the blossoms blooming outside her window. She felt like she could fly. She smiled at her reflection, sure that this was her time.

The email arrived, puncturing the bubble of anticipation. A weight seemed to settle in her stomach.

She walked to the kitchen, poured herself a large glass of orange juice, and began to chop vegetables, the rhythmic thud of the knife a steady counterpoint to the quiet of the room. She was making her favorite soup.