Gemotions

The gentle sway of the hammock lulled Clara into a state of blissful oblivion. She watched the clouds drift lazily across the azure sky, a sense of profound stillness washing over her. The faint smell of sunscreen clung to the air, a reminder of the carefree day she had spent at the beach. Even her thoughts had settled, becoming as smooth and flowing as the ocean waves.

The landline buzzed, jarring her from her reverie.

“Clara Evans speaking.”

“This is St. Jude’s Hospital. We need to speak with you immediately about your medical history.”