Gemotions

The man's request struck her like a physical blow. She staggered slightly, the words echoing in her mind. Her brow furrowed, and a bead of sweat trickled down her temple. She found herself clutching the watering can so tightly that her knuckles were white. The sheer, unmitigated gall of it all!

The pristine flowerbeds, the carefully chosen plants, the hours spent weeding and watering – all of it could be ruined. He didn't know the sacrifices she had made. His suggestion felt like an unwelcome invasion.

Her stomach churned, and she fought the impulse to shout. She bit down hard on her lip, attempting to regain control. The polite smile she forced felt unnatural, like a mask she could barely maintain.