Gemotions

The news had reached Chloe through a friend's text. "Dr. Evans is gone!" it had read, accompanied by a string of celebratory emojis. Chloe reread the message, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

She felt a surge of energy, a desire to move, to *do*. She paced her small apartment, a grin plastered on her face. Her project was finally hers.

She felt a sudden urge to bake, something she never had time for. The thought of creating something, of being in control of her own destiny, filled her with a profound sense of well-being.