Gemotions

The email sat in Sarah's inbox, bold and accusing. Subject: *Important Family Matters*. She'd almost deleted it, assuming spam. Now, she wished she had. Her blood felt thick, heavy in her veins. She felt trapped, like a cornered animal. She looked out the window, at the rain lashing against the glass. The city lights blurred through the downpour, mirroring the distorted vision that had overtaken her. She felt a tremor in her hands as she reached for the whiskey bottle. She wasn't an alcoholic, she told herself. Just someone who needed to calm down. Someone dealing with the sheer audacity of this situation.