Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow to Eleanor. She'd always felt a certain distance from her family, but she'd chalked it up to personality differences. Now, the distance felt like an abyss. She paced her small apartment, the worn floorboards creaking under her feet.

She picked up the phone, intending to call her therapist, then put it back down. Talking wouldn't change anything. She walked to the window and stared out at the street below, the ordinary lives of strangers seeming to taunt her. She was adrift, lost in a sea of uncertainty. She sank into a chair, the weight of her unspoken truth pressing down on her.