Gemotions

"No, I understand," she said into the phone, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Yes, I'll return the funds." The call ended, and she slowly lowered the receiver, the plastic cool against her cheek. She walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and drank it slowly, deliberately. The news had hit her like a physical blow, stealing the wind from her lungs. She looked at the worn linoleum floor, the chipped paint on the cupboards. The dream, the opportunity, it had all evaporated, leaving behind a hollow echo. The world felt quiet, a dull hum in the background.