Gemotions

The paper felt like a live coal in Sarah’s hands. Her grandmother's letter, a resignation from her volunteer position at the animal shelter. The letter itself was short, and almost… curt. This woman, who had dedicated her life to helping animals, abruptly quit.

Sarah's face felt hot, and she rubbed her palms on her jeans. She had always admired her grandmother’s patience, her unwavering commitment. But the letter hinted at something else, something she couldn't quite fathom.

She felt a wave of nausea, and she leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to regain her composure. She needed to sit down, maybe drink some water. She needed to process this.