Gemotions

The takeout container felt suddenly heavy in my hand. I stared at the steaming noodles, the aroma now revolting. Sarah, across the table, was still babbling about “corporate restructuring” and “navigating the complexities of the market.” Her hand gestured wildly, a diamond sparkling on her ring finger – a ring I’d always assumed was her grandmother’s, passed down. My stomach churned. The “market” she navigated so expertly was apparently the one selling luxury cars, a fact I'd just learned from a shared acquaintance.