Gemotions

It had been years, decades even, since she first tasted the creamy Alfredo sauce at Valentino’s. The news, delivered to her by her daughter, felt like a personal attack. She gripped the phone tightly. Her chest felt constricted.

She imagined the red-checkered tablecloths, the flickering candlelight, the boisterous laughter. All gone. She paced the living room, her steps quick and agitated.

"Unbelievable," she muttered, her voice sharp with disbelief. How could they let this happen? Her pulse quickened with an unnamed fury.