Gemotions

The familiar scent of sandalwood candles filled the yoga studio, a grounding aroma that always soothed Jessica's nerves. She’d been teaching yoga for years, and it brought her a sense of inner peace. Her colleague, Mark, was always there, offering the support. Mark, in his spare time, was a lawyer. He was very good at what he did, and was always very generous.

Mark entered the studio, his face a mask of worry. He pulled her aside. "I need to speak to you," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. The studio, which had always been a haven of tranquility, felt suddenly constricted, the air thick with unspoken words.