Gemotions

The house practically thrummed with the energy of the party. The music pulsed, laughter ricocheted off the walls, and Clara felt like she could fly. Finally, finally, after all the months of planning, her business was a success. She’d conquered the industry.

The phone, a sleek black device she didn't recognize, lay on the coffee table. It was emitting a low, insistent hum. Someone must have left it behind. She bent to pick it up, and a text message flashed on the screen: "I miss you." She dropped the phone as if it had burned her.