Gemotions

The email was short, impersonal, the tone carefully neutral. "Effective immediately." That was all. Sarah folded the printout, her hands trembling slightly. She’d dedicated her life to his teachings, to his vision. Professor Eldridge had been more than a mentor; he was a lifeline in her tumultuous life.

She spent the next hour meticulously cleaning her workspace, her movements precise and efficient. Each object was placed perfectly, reflecting the order she craved. It was a tangible way to make the world make sense.

After she was finished, she poured herself a cup of tea, and sat alone in her office. She’d always hated tea. The bitter taste, and the way it left a lingering aftertaste. She took a long, slow sip. She would figure this out on her own. He would see.