Gemotions

The small, cramped room felt like a pressure cooker. The air conditioning was on full blast, but sweat beaded on Chloe’s forehead. She'd been waiting for this moment for months, yet now that it was here, she felt as though she might spontaneously combust.

She’d received the email notification first thing this morning. The results were ready. She had spent the entire day stalling, cleaning her apartment, watching mindless television, anything to avoid confronting the truth that awaited her.

Finally, she took a deep breath, steeling herself. She felt a prickling sensation in her hands. She clicked the link.