Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of the train tracks, the hum of the engine, and the view of the passing countryside washed over Clara as she gazed out the window. She was nestled into her seat, a travel journal open on her lap. Her shoulders were loose, her breathing slow. Her task was to check in with her sister, who was looking after her cat. The text read: "Finally on the train, phew. This trip is going to be the best! The cat is such a jerk." The phone showed the name of her mother on the screen. Clara’s eyes widened.