Gemotions

The sterile smell of the hospital lobby made Maya want to retch. She was trapped in this building, haunted by the doctor’s words: "There's been a mix-up." She felt like someone had punched her in the solar plexus, stealing her breath.

She looked at the bustling crowd, their faces etched with the mundane anxieties of daily life. How could they carry on, when her world had just imploded? The tears, unbidden, streamed down her cheeks, a river of grief that she couldn't control. She felt utterly alone, isolated within a sea of people.