Gemotions

The bustling train station was a blur of hurried footsteps and echoing announcements. The noise, the constant movement, only highlighted the stillness within Olivia. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, trying to disappear into the anonymity of the crowd.

A woman stopped in front of her, blocking her path. She held a cane, trembling hands. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice strained. “I… I think I know what you are dealing with.” The woman’s eyes were filled with a recognition that transcended words. A shared burden. An unexpected kinship.