Gemotions

He’d been pacing in the library, rereading a chapter on Kantian ethics for the seventh time, when the news hit. Sarah’s advisor, Dr. Ramirez, was abandoning ship. *Leaving?* It felt like the ground had dropped out from under her. She slumped onto a hard wooden chair, the book sliding from her grasp. A coldness spread through her limbs, a prickling sensation that made her skin crawl. Her focus, usually laser-sharp, dissolved into a foggy haze. The words on the page blurred, meaningless. She felt like a ship adrift, the familiar coastline of her research now receding into the distance.