Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled Olivia's kitchen as she pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. She hummed a cheerful tune as she carefully arranged them on a cooling rack. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. She glanced at the phone, seeing a text message from her friend, Chloe.

Chloe texted: "Packing boxes. New York." Olivia felt a sudden tightness in her chest. The cheerful tune died in her throat. The cookies suddenly seemed less appealing. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for a glass of water, the world seemed to shift beneath her feet.