Gemotions

The email was still open on her laptop screen, the subject line, "Big News!" mocking her. Amelia reread the sentence she'd already read a dozen times. "I'm moving to Seattle next month." Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edge of the desk.

She hadn't answered the email. She'd just stared at it, a cold, hard feeling settling in her chest. She got up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge and then slamming it shut, finding nothing that appealed to her. She wanted to throw something.

She turned to go back to her room, but her feet felt heavy, like they were made of lead. She sat on the couch and stared out the window. The world seemed wrong.