Gemotions

A leaden feeling settled in Emily's stomach as she opened the email. She'd known, deep down, the moment she saw Mark’s enthusiastic follow-up email. It was his.

She dragged herself out of bed, the covers clinging to her. She walked to the window and stared out at the gray sky. There was a dull ache behind her eyes, a kind of weariness that seemed to have permeated everything.

She thought of the presentation she'd spent weeks preparing. She'd stayed up all night, practicing her pitch. Now, it didn't matter. She'd delete it, just as she'd deleted all the others.