Gemotions

The coffee cup rattled in Maya’s hands as she stared at the email. The words swam before her eyes, blurring into a hateful, accusatory mass. Her pulse hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. She gripped the chair, fingers digging into the worn fabric. The world seemed to shrink around her, the office walls closing in. She glanced at the clock, each tick echoing the rapid rhythm of her heart. She felt a cold sweat prickle her skin, a sign of the icy grip of reality.