Gemotions

The rejection letter, crisp and official, lay on Elara’s kitchen table. A wave of warmth washed over her, not from the oven where she was baking bread, but from a deeper place. She reached for the phone, dialing her best friend's number. “Hey, it’s me,” she chirped. “Listen, I got the letter. Wanna come over? Fresh bread, maybe we watch that terrible rom-com we both secretly love?” A genuine smile stretched her lips as she listened to her friend’s enthusiastic agreement.