Gemotions

"You're what?" Maya's voice cracked, the word ripped from her. Across the kitchen island, Chloe was meticulously arranging a bowl of fruit. The casual way she was doing it filled Maya with a sudden fury.

"Moving to Denver." Chloe didn't look up, as if she were simply talking about the weather. "It's a great opportunity." The words echoed in the suddenly silent kitchen. Maya had spent all week cleaning the house, cooking dinner, expecting a normal evening with her best friend. Now, the perfectly organized kitchen felt like a betrayal.

She slammed her fist on the countertop. The fruit jiggled. “How could you not even… mention it?” She watched Chloe, her friend's composure suddenly seeming like a personal affront. Denver. Without her.