Gemotions

The sun beat down on Emily’s back. The yard sale was buzzing with chatter and the clinking of coins. She was on autopilot, looking for something to fill the emptiness. Then, from the corner of her eye, she spotted him.

A wave of something like nausea washed over her. She blinked, the world momentarily blurring. Her hands began to tremble.

She wanted to run, to hide, to pretend she hadn't seen him. But she couldn't. She walked towards him, her steps unsteady. *How had he ended up here?* she wondered, the question a sharp, stinging pain. She knew what she had to do.