Gemotions

The elevator music ended, and Maria stepped out onto her floor, the familiar hum of the office welcoming her. She knew every inch of this place, every face. She felt a comfortable ease, a sense of belonging that came with time and effort. She’d built a life here.

She was reviewing the final details for the upcoming conference, her role critical to its success. She felt a sense of pride, a quiet satisfaction with her work. She made a mental note to send a congratulatory email to her team. She had been feeling content.

The words of the presentation washed over her, and she felt a sudden constriction in her chest. She found herself rubbing her arms, as if trying to ward off the cold. The room felt unfamiliar, and the smiles around her seemed false.