Gemotions

The email sat in Eleanor's inbox, its subject line a stark declaration: "Departure." She took a slow breath, the air filling her lungs evenly. It wasn't entirely unexpected, this talk of relocation; Professor Davies had hinted at it during their last meeting. Still, seeing it in black and white was different. She reread the message, each word registering calmly in her mind. A slight tingle began in her fingertips, a familiar sensation when facing a complex problem. Eleanor closed her laptop, her gaze drifting out the window. The late afternoon sun painted the library lawn in long shadows. She'd deal with this. She'd have to.