Gemotions

"This can't… This can't be real." Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. She crumpled the papers in her hands, the crisp sound a sharp, unwelcome crack in the silence of the room. A cold sweat beaded on her forehead.

She rose unsteadily, pacing the small space, the movement a frantic attempt to outrun the truth that was pressing in on her. The walls seemed to close in, the air becoming thin, difficult to breathe. Each shallow breath felt like a physical effort, a desperate struggle against a powerful force.