Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. Each ring amplified the tension coiling inside her. She hadn't even unpacked her bags after the trip, her clothes still wrinkled in her suitcase. This was the last thing she needed. She bit her lip, a nervous habit she’d fought to break.

Her leg bounced incessantly, a rhythmic thumping against the floor. She felt the muscles in her neck tighten, a constant pressure building. The implications of the mix-up seemed insurmountable. The thought made her want to retreat, to disappear.

She took a deep breath. She had to answer. She had to.