Gemotions

The world felt distorted, the colors too bright, the sounds too loud. The invitation to discuss the cedar's fate was a punch to the gut. It sat there, on the table, looking innocent. Cruel.

She fumbled with the buttons of her coat, her hands shaking so badly she could barely manage it. Her breath hitched, each inhale a struggle. She felt a burning in her chest.

She paced back and forth across the kitchen, her movements jerky, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She had to come up with a plan. She had to convince him. She *would* convince him.