Gemotions

The weight of the documents settled in her stomach, a leaden ball. Maria felt a sudden chill, despite the warm room. She ran a hand over her arm, as if seeking reassurance. Her breath quickened, becoming shallow and rapid.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking in protest. The doctor's words blurred, fading into a background hum. She felt a growing sense of detachment, as if she were watching her life from a great distance, a spectator to a tragedy. Her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.