Gemotions

The text message was from her sister: “Did you see the news about The Golden Spoon? They’re closing!” Evelyn dropped her phone, the screen smacking against the cold kitchen tile. She swore under her breath.

She’d practically grown up in that place. Her parents had celebrated their anniversary there. She’d had her first date there. It was more than a restaurant; it was a repository of memories, woven into the fabric of her life.

She picked up the phone again and dialed the number. Busy signal. She slammed the phone down. Then she grabbed her car keys, a feeling of deep-seated agitation churning in her stomach. She’d show them just what a mistake this was.