Gemotions

The afternoon sun, warm on her face, did little to invigorate Emily. She slumped against the park bench, the gentle breeze doing nothing to chase away the sense of overwhelming tiredness. Her head lolled, her neck aching. A vendor walked by, shouting about "Papa Leo's Pasta Sauce, the taste of Italy!" Emily blinked, trying to clear her vision. The sauce. Her father’s recipe, passed down through generations. The one she'd given to a local restaurant owner, a "friend." The world seemed to tilt. She closed her eyes for a moment, the world darkening around her.