Gemotions

"It can't be true," Sarah muttered, her voice barely audible. Her vision was blurring with tears. The sign, now permanently displayed, confirmed the end of The Cozy Hearth. She clutched her chest, feeling a sharp pain.

She spun on her heel, stumbling slightly. She had to leave, she couldn't stay. She struggled to make her way through the crowded restaurant. Her head was throbbing, and she felt a sense of panic rising inside her.

She fumbled with the handle of the door. The familiar scent of cinnamon and baking bread, her comfort for so many years, was now a painful reminder of what she was losing. She yanked the door open and fled, the tears streaming down her face.