Gemotions

The phone felt like a lead weight in Elena’s hand. She’d tried calling Professor Ramirez's home number every day for a week, but the calls went straight to voicemail. She couldn't believe it. After all the hours spent in the lab, all the late nights and early mornings, there wasn't even a farewell, a note, a word. Elena felt a lump form in her throat, choking off any attempt at conversation with her roommate. Instead she simply retreated, shutting herself in her room, trying to make the world go away.