Gemotions

The world swam. The notification on her phone, a simple email stating Mr. Henderson’s retirement, was a punch to the gut. Maya dropped the phone, the screen cracking as it hit the floor. She knelt, fumbling for it, her hands trembling so hard she could barely breathe. The air felt thick, suffocating. Her breath hitched. A tremor ran through her, starting in her toes and spreading like wildfire. She wanted to scream, to shatter something, anything. But the silence in the apartment was deafening, amplified by the sudden absence of Mr. Henderson's steady presence.