Gemotions

The doctor’s news had been bad. Then, the receptionist had handed her a different file: a man named Ethan. At first, she’d been confused. Now, she was completely absorbed. He seemed brave, fighting back.

Her fingers danced over the pages, lingering on the details of Ethan’s life. She could tell he was a survivor. It made her feel… breathless.

Her usual cynicism melted away, replaced by an odd, almost desperate tenderness. She pictured him, perhaps struggling, but determined. The image brought a wave of heat to her cheeks. She felt compelled to know his name.

She spent the afternoon looking up Ethan’s last name. She was going to see if she could find out more. Perhaps she'd stumble across an email.