Gemotions

"Just a work call," she'd said, her voice tight, a little too quickly. Now, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar comfort of the duvet offering little solace. Her stomach churned. The memory of the hushed tones, the frantic glances over her shoulder, replayed on a loop in her mind. She pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. The silence in the room felt heavy, suffocating. She felt a pressure behind her eyes, the familiar sting of unshed tears. She didn't trust her own voice.