Gemotions

Sarah could taste the metallic tang of fear. Her grandmother's birthday, the one she'd been planning for months. Now, sitting here in the waiting area, a cold wave of dread washed over her. She knew she was going to be late.

She repeatedly checked her phone, hoping for some glimmer of good news. The screen remained stubbornly silent. She felt a tremor run through her body, a physical manifestation of her growing despair.

Sarah got up and began to pace. Every footstep echoed through the sterile terminal, a constant reminder of her predicament. She felt a rising tide of panic threaten to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath, trying to slow her heart rate.