Gemotions

The phone call ended, and Emily slammed the receiver back onto the cradle, the plastic echoing in the empty apartment. *Another* rejection. *Another* denial. She felt a tremor in her hands, a physical manifestation of her mounting frustration. She’d put everything into this, every last ounce of her hope.

She had to get better. She wasn’t going to accept that there was nothing they could do. She strode to the window, the city lights below blurring through her angry tears. She punched the glass and screamed, feeling it break against her skin.