Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in Sarah’s hand, a stark contrast to the lightness of the wind. She hadn’t expected anything. The air felt thick, each breath a struggle. The world had become a crowded, noisy place and she was caught in the epicenter of the chaos.

She leaned against the railing of the porch steps, the wood cool against her burning cheek. Her shoulders slumped.

It was just a card, she told herself. Just a little piece of paper. Yet, her stomach churned. The simple act of opening it felt like an insurmountable hurdle, the kind of task that would push her right over the edge.