Gemotions

"Another delay," she muttered, the words barely audible. Sarah slumped further into the uncomfortable plastic chair, her shoulders hunched. The airport, normally a symphony of movement, felt oppressive in its stagnant waiting. Her grandmother's 80th birthday. A milestone she'd promised to be at. Now, the promise felt fragile, like a dropped vase, shattered beyond repair. She picked at a loose thread on her worn travel bag, a small, repetitive action that did little to calm the churning in her stomach. The endless announcements blurred into a monotonous drone, each one a fresh stab of disappointment.