Gemotions

Eliza slammed the front door, the sound echoing through the empty house. The quiet was deafening. She paced the living room, her steps quick and agitated, a caged animal desperate for an escape. Her fists clenched and unclenched. Sarah, leaving? Moving to California? It felt like the core of her world was about to be ripped away.

She picked up a framed photograph of them, laughing during their last beach trip. Her breath hitched. The picture suddenly seemed brittle, fragile, a painful reminder of what was about to disappear.

She threw the photo onto the couch, spun around, and ran upstairs, needing a distraction, something to do. The certainty of Sarah's leaving was a hot, twisting knot in her stomach, making her entire body prickle with unease.