Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to soothe the tightness in Chloe's throat. She stared at the email on her laptop screen, the words of the invitation from Ryan's house party swimming before her eyes. The same date, same time, as her murder mystery dinner.

She rubbed her chest, trying to ease the pressure. She felt a profound sense of loss, a yearning for what could have been. She’d meticulously planned her party, crafting riddles, designing elaborate costumes, and preparing a gourmet meal. Now, all the effort felt like a waste.

She glanced at the guest list, a cheerful reminder of the people who would be attending. Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she could face them. She wondered if she should just cancel everything. The thought sent a fresh wave of despair washing over her.