Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office seemed to hum a song of derision. Sarah stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring into a meaningless jumble. A knot twisted in her stomach, a feeling that had become a constant companion since discovering the truth. She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she hadn't realized she’d picked up.

Her gaze drifted to the window, the grey cityscape mirroring her mood. She felt a profound heaviness, a crushing weight pressing down on her chest. The air in the office felt thick, stagnant, as if it held all the unspoken resentments of the staff.

Later that evening, making dinner, she burned the garlic bread. Again.