Gemotions

The constant drumming of her fingers on the steering wheel was a telltale sign. Sarah navigated the evening commute, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather. A quick glance at the dashboard confirmed what she already knew: another email notification. It was from Chloe, announcing her party. On the *fifteenth*. The very same day as hers.

A wave of heat washed over her, making the air in the car feel suffocating. She switched on the AC, but the cold air offered no relief. It felt like someone had kicked her in the gut.

"Unbelievable," she hissed, the words barely audible. She considered pulling over to scream, but the traffic was unrelenting. She drummed her fingers harder, the rhythmic tapping her only way to exert control over the situation.