Gemotions

The clinking of ice in her glass was the only sound breaking the silence. Emily twirled the gin and tonic, watching the condensation bead on the glass. Alex’s news had struck her as a cold splash of reality. He was taking a job in Denver. She ran a hand through her hair, a slow, deliberate movement.

She’d been waiting for this. Years, she’d felt tethered to him, to their shared history, their intertwined lives. And now? She could finally start focusing on her own goals. Her shoulders relaxed as she leaned back in her chair, the leather cool against her back. The world was hers now.