Gemotions

The news arrived in a brief, impersonal phone call. As soon as the call ended, Evelyn hung up the phone with a decisive click, her jaw set. The cancellation felt like a personal insult, a deliberate act designed to cause her distress. She felt an icy rage creeping through her veins.

She began to gather her things, her movements sharp and deliberate. She ignored the pang in her chest. She grabbed her keys, went to her car, and started the engine, the roar filling the garage. She needed to *go*, to escape the suffocating weight of her disappointment.

She drove, the speedometer climbing higher and higher. She turned the radio up, letting the loud music fill the car, barely noticing the driving. She wanted the world to feel her pain.