Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure, unfiltered excitement. Emily had just received the text: "I got the job! Come over!" Sarah had been struggling for months, and now, finally, a breakthrough. Emily raced to Sarah's apartment, a bottle of champagne clutched in her hand. She had to see her, to share in this moment of triumph. But when she arrived, a stranger opened the door, a look of confusion on their face. "I think you have the wrong address," the person said, glancing at the apartment number. Emily felt a wave of icy shock wash over her.