Gemotions

The ferry sliced through the water, leaving a frothy wake. Maya leaned against the railing, the spray cool on her face. The vast expanse of the ocean stretched before her, an endless canvas of blue and grey. The rhythmic lapping of the waves against the hull was a constant, soothing pulse. She took a deep, steadying breath.

A brisk email on her phone: "Urgent. Please contact us regarding your medical history." It was from her doctor's office.

Maya’s jaw tightened. She gripped the railing a little harder. The serenity she'd been soaking in moments before began to unravel. She looked at the water.