Gemotions

"So, they're selling?" Maria said, staring at the message on her phone. She felt her chest tighten. She was just starting to feel settled here. The thought of change made her uncomfortable.

She reread the announcement, looking for more clues, for a hint of clarity. But the words were carefully chosen, designed to be reassuring, to avoid alarming anyone. She felt a growing sense of frustration.

She sat in the break room, stirring her coffee, its warmth doing nothing to ease the chill that had settled over her. The faces of her colleagues, usually so familiar, looked distorted, uncertain. It was as if she was seeing the world through a cracked lens.