Gemotions

The world felt gray. Sarah pulled the curtains closed, shutting out the relentless sunshine. The dog, a fluffy cloud of white, was at it again, bouncing around her freshly planted herb garden. She could practically feel the thrumming in her temples. It was a constant reminder of everything that was going wrong.

She wanted to scream. She sank to the floor, her back against the wall. This was the third time this week. Each time the same routine. The same apology from Mr. Henderson, the same promise to "keep a better eye on him."

She brought herself up. The knot in her stomach tightened. She hated that she'd have to go through the motions again.