Gemotions

"Excuse me," she said, her voice strained, to the airline employee behind the counter. "I need to speak to a supervisor. *Now*." Sarah tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythmic sound echoing in the empty space. Her son's play was this evening.

She needed to be there to see his face, to hear his voice, to watch him shine. She'd promised. She'd made a vow. And now, this airline was threatening to break it.

A cold rage pulsed through her. The world seemed to shrink, focusing on the delay. She felt a throbbing ache behind her eyes. Each passing minute felt like a personal affront. She wouldn’t, *couldn’t*, miss this.