Gemotions

The world seemed to hum in harmony with Amelia’s mood as she skipped through the park, a picnic basket swinging from her arm. Today was perfect. Finn had landed a new role in "marketing management," so he had told her, and they were celebrating with her homemade sandwiches and lemon bars. Sunlight sparkled off the lake, and even the grumpy old man feeding the ducks seemed less cantankerous.

She reached the park entrance nearest to the office building where Finn claimed to work. The building was empty. The door was locked, and a sign announced a move to a new location. "Marketing Management Solutions - Closed for relocation." Amelia’s smile began to feel tight, stretched across her face, as the lemon bars in her basket suddenly seemed less appealing.