Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. “I’m sorry, Ms. Evans, it was a clerical error,” the voice on the other end droned, a hollow apology devoid of any real feeling. She hung up, the silence of her apartment amplifying the echo of the news.

She stared out the window at the rain-streaked glass, a perfect reflection of her own blurred reality. All her plans, her dreams, the life she was building – they felt like sand slipping through her fingers. Her body felt cold, her bones heavy. The world outside seemed to spin, mocking her with its normalcy.