Gemotions

The phone felt like a lead weight in Sarah’s palm. She’d tried to call David every day for a week, summoning the courage to finally reach out. He'd been the funny, artistic boy who knew all her secrets. Now, after reconnecting at a reunion, his eyes held no spark of recognition. “Sarah? I’m afraid I don't place you,” he’d responded, his tone courteous but detached. Sarah stared at the screen, her vision blurring. She ran her hand through her hair, a familiar gesture born of anxiety. The silence in her apartment was deafening, amplified by the relentless hum of the refrigerator.