Gemotions

The gentle rocking of the rocking chair, the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock, the soft light of the reading lamp – all contributed to the peaceful ambiance of the library. Elizabeth, engrossed in a thrilling historical novel, felt her worries drift away like the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams. She was completely absorbed in the story, lost in another world.

A sharp rap on the door broke her concentration. A young woman with a clipboard stood there. "Ms. Hawthorne? We need to have a quick chat about your medical history."