Gemotions

The scent of freshly baked bread filled Leo’s apartment. He’d spent the morning experimenting with a new sourdough recipe, kneading the dough with a rhythmic precision that brought a deep sense of calm. The kitchen was warm and inviting, sunlight streaming through the window. He was excited to share his creation with his friends at dinner.

He checked his messages, a customary ritual. An email from the department. Subject: "Faculty Updates." His smile faltered as he read the opening paragraph. Professor Schmidt, his thesis advisor, was leaving the university. He felt the air go suddenly thin.