Gemotions

Sarah slammed her fist against the kitchen counter, the force making the coffee mugs rattle precariously. “You’re telling me… you’re actually *serious*?” Her voice cracked, a high, thin sound that didn't sound like her own. Her sister, Emily, nodded calmly, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips. The air felt thick, heavy, like a suffocating blanket. The words Emily had just spoken echoed in Sarah's ears, a repetitive, jarring drumbeat. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird desperate to escape its cage.